Lyrics:
country
I do this shit for the money
Call your girl yeah she my honey
When I spit this shit go dummy
Got you callin’ for your mommy
When I come true mans go
with careers who couldn't ever get laid
I don't know NO niggas who made it off the block by throwing shade
And that's a shoutout. Can't say his name, cuz
(DJ Horg)
Notre hip-hop est audacieux
Que son son soit amplifié
Que son rap règne
Que sa vérité se reflète dans nos textes comme sur scène
Donne-nous
by the fuckin money
This shit wasn't funny
Didn't need facebook or no playboy bunny
Only the yayo, where I spend my money
Forgettiing about my family
Batman's Theme?
Didn't you get scammed by 645ar, then finesse the feature anyway?
Ain't you the one who made a couple hundred off streams?
Shoutout
a snitch
Then my pilot said, "Let's go onna fuckin' trip"
I get money like a glitch, slat shit kill a witch
You told me grab my gun, I was like which
Sending
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
One, two, three, the months go by
All the people and my guy
Know my love ain't there to bite
And my feels ain't here to buy
You got money, you got power
by me
Not having his baby, till I am his lady
Till I am his, (Girl I'm twenty-two)
Twenty-two
With no children
Like to have some fun
Every day I wake
I was impressed by the
Technicalities
All these numbers you averaging
Pure gasoline
You come fully loaded, extra magazine
If we argue combatively
I
side by side
With a barbeque chicken and the TV guide
Well, there ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sittin' next to me
Ain't no place that
'll never plan to stop
Like I forgot bout my brakes
And flew by a cop (What)
I guess we're taking bets
Place some money on my chest
Better run me my shit
Yeah, young money don't know what to do
I've been neglected
Always tested
Never rested
No credit
Always hated
Been rejected
So wicked
Their judgement
to help one another
The pimp got tricks
That he learned from the other
Go by the color you'll discover
Damn everybody ain't no brother
Just when
guy
I sit back and hours gonna fly by
Where I lay my hat is my home, u should know (yeah u know)
Dummy trickin’ all of money she had from da honey
need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny
If size were money honey, you
Getting money off these 90's loops
Ride around in the coupe with
Some young honey rocking hoops
Plus she Chinese too
Or maybe Korean
She's no longer a vegan
of money
I'm piss drunk and I need your body
Oh yeah
Oh no
Oh yeah
I'm piss drunk
Well I'm piss drunk
Seasoned for love and fit like honey
I'm piss drunk
money
I don't know why I don't have much but shes callin' me honey
Flash back to eight grade i was still dressing so bummy
Ma said don't fill ya cup with
I'm workin' out
Meanwhile, I make my money, see, meanwhile, I get the honey, gee
Drivin' in my car, livin' like a star, ice on my fingers and my toes
want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look
pop-pa]
To the honeys gettin' money playin niggas like dummies..uh
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot
may know
That less I sing a little minute waltz
And hope I can sing with no faults
I know it's difficult
I'll give it every last breath that I
Now if I should walk away
From this freedom I now possess
Honey, you must do the same
Without having any regrets, no
And you must offer me more
Than
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