Lyrics:
honey throat smellin' like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very
honey throat smellin' like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
daddy won't by her no diamond ring.
Dear God, would you send me a child?
Oh! God, would you send me a child,
'Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen,
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy
And bounce to the projects, pop Becks, cop Tec's
Top wrecks, execs got next, what the heck
I'm fed, you'se
scar
Gets your happy meal in your happy car
You can make more money, more money
But still here you are
You can get killed by friendly fire
I wanna
the honey
Call me blue face cause all I like is the hundreds
If you ain't shaking that then you ain't making no money
Make her spread them legs and then she
Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
And these
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
the girl
Bees come with honey, you know how it goes within the world
Put you up on game, he lead you to the water by the pond
How gonna you let a chick make
Refrão BAKER
Eu com o bolso cheio de money
Fico mais bonito que ontem
Vou ficar tranquilo contando dinheiro
E fumando mais que o Bob Marley
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
got a face lift
I found her on facebook
Took her on vacation
No I don't do dating
I just finished making
Money by the thousands
Making songs outta my
counting?
Getting money is my daily routine (Daily Routine)
If you ain't know what we 'bout,
That's dough, (Dough) That's dough, (Dough)
All day, I be
i get dead alot
Got the PTS to the city
Fuck the key nigga push to start
Next year we gon show up and get it
And take some niggas off the fucking
bitch finna twerk
Getting money had to put in my work
Finessin finessing finessin the commas i Know i got money like durk
I ain't fuckin no bitch off
with the money
Crazy but it is true, I'm eating the bitch
(yeah)
And she tasting just like honey (yeah)
I wanna humpty, no dumpty (Uh)
Then I'm gon' try
ain't no dummy
I slide off a gummy, y'all heard I got money
But still dressin' bummy, I'm sweeter than honey
I'm sweeter at rapping, like what the fuck
another
"Oh my gosh!" "Lil' bitch." "Make the money hoe!"
"On!" "Ugly-ass bitch!" "Yes honey,
You sho' take me to work in style!"
"Oh my gosh!" "Lil'
me to drown in her potion
Always looking for me
So I know that no one else is her focus
Never bout the money
Always telling me the vibe is important
Anna
By the way, it's about Anna
So, obviously, no shit
No shit. No, I mean, no shit
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, I don't even know how to feel about her
Because
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