Lyrics:
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
money good
Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
they not getting no money so
(But how long you got the phone til brodie)
Got off the phone with JoJo in the cell he doing well huh
And if I could I'd pay
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
Cop the aberrettes
Orange
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes with money and food
Abandoned for the bums on the street
now now now
Yagga yagga yo yo (Ok get it straight)
[Chorus:]
We don't mix it, so we don't deal wid fly
Dat's why I request peaches, and give her
and
Take it right to the ave
Where hustlers pump blow, and chop up slabs
Man I could get you whacked for
A brick and a half
Hit the booth and put my life
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
like a business man
Kiss her feet, grip her by her neck, much than a gentleman, uh
Okay, saving up them bands again
'Cause I learned 'bout life and I
diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell,
your Johnson
Honey dips, money grips
I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you can't understand)
So,
and let my mans hit)
What do you do on a day like this
(Back it up and let me spend shit)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin'
baby
Now let me get into it and do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the jewish
Garbage man i'll be dumpin
And I eat beef but the cow eat
Look at my Rollie ice
Bitch that's Tic tok
Counting money up bitch that's tic tok pull up on yo block extended clip nigga turn me up a notch
Man she been drinkin' all night
She got that feelin' feelin'
She make me wanna throw this money
From the ceiling ceiling
I'ma need that jager bomb,
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
tunin' into tunes
Listen to get active, money man, stuck inside a groove
Shorty like the way I talk to her, she say I'm hella smooth
Grew with my old
and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause
Man get money
to repremend the cinnamon sand man
The airdrop was tropical, life is an obstacle course
Of course I can take a college course in how to drive a Porsche
But
Deacon
Brought some heavy hitters
With me this time
John Blu
JoJo
Let's go
Niggas ain't stressing over money
Niggas ain't stressing over money
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