Lyrics:
a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down to D.C. where
money, short winded
Lets go and get it nigga
Bang bang, bitch niggas kept drinkin' shades from that double M
Get shot in your finger waves
Twenty
Never ever let 'em see the money 'less they pay (alright)
Niggas havin' beef, I hope they pray
Cactus Jack me up and down head to toe
Make sure
fresher than a tux from Armani, nigga
Eating that Cipriani, spending money like Gotti
Pull out my cold watch, Swiss edition, Rio collection, I'm out
Let
you
The way that he does
Give me the chance to show you baby
You're better off with me
Oh so baby let me try, I want to make you smile
I want
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
everybody drops in a minute
Man are gonna run like fox in a minute
Eff an hourly rate, I make lots in a minute
R U Dumb Four
That's out in the shops in
a hospital
Bed being visited by nuns
Y'all pussy and I smell it
Make me stretch cheese on your
Head like a interval helmet
Money, drugs, bitches, liquor
Money
won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin
to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for
on smash
You know me! My whole car smell like a wood shop class
I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth
Plus you and your friends
Let me
that he does
Give me the chance to show you baby
You're better off with me
Oh so baby let me try, I wanna make you smile
I wanna love you like you
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
of bitches as opportunities, money make
I look at blessings as lessons and pray for one today
Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I'm
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
Corruptin' world
But see don't let hr high tonight
Cause she'll make you end your life tonight
[Chorus]
I have a lot of bitches
I made a lot
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
that he does
Give me the chance to show you baby
You're better off with me
Oh so baby let me try, I wanna make you smile
I wanna love you like you
your boy did his thing
And still make cash money
Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna
I don't be talkin' a lot
She be frontin' a lot
You can't wait too long
(Who you know smoke more than the gang?)
Cause opportunity comes and goes
You can't wait too long
(Don't worry, I'll wait)
natural hoover
Fing ring with a vision
Clearin' it with Visine, asian from Beijing
Money make her cum, she cream- feed the weak
That's Wing Stop
afford a mistake these days
All of my favorite girls miss Drake these days
Please don't take offense to my ways
'Cause I need drug money
Who got drug
me or leave me alone
I got this good thing girl, it's the righteous love
Not that quick on the top, one shop hop
I'll make your knees get wet
would never hurt me no
Let me come and see you
So that we can be alone, alone
(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone)
As long as you make
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