Lyrics:
twistin' them caps
We all millionaires that be
Stealin' in stores
I don't pay for no G Unit's
I just walk out the door
This ain't no funny money this
Here
we have reasonable doubt to believe that like Jay
Go A to Z, Two Pacs PAC, PAC
Now you have a bad day
Have em lay in dismay
This may be the great like
we have reasonable doubt to believe that like Jay
Go A to Z, Two Pacs PAC, PAC
Now you have a bad day
Have them lay in dismay
This may be the great
And get moms everything she liked
You know I've been in this rap shit for 8 long years
y'all thought it happened overnight
y'all see the money
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not
champagne on an airplane
Buss down on your pinky to your earrings
I know they call me Boogeyman, but it ain't scary
All this money on me, it's a damn shame
so please select
Bars and every flavor you can't reject
A written testimony like Jay elect
Test Emoney and Kcee
Will easy money snipe you like KD
wearing Polo and Lacoste
I got weight houses
You can't come in if you ain't got $1000
You ain't no boss
Play this back Mr. DJ
Might get Clue to do a drop
me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady,
I said,
Yeahhhhhhh
We getting money, is you bout them presidents
Hell Yeahhhhhhh
I'm the nigga that niggas wish they could picture, See this nigga will get disfigured
shit right
Like 2 chains had to realize
If its white buy it by the pounds
I don't do it slaying it in town
Money stacking like the lego bricks
I sign
gotta understand that this shit is gon take time
Take it day by day instead of plotting to skip lines
Each and everyday gotta work on ya third eye
I am
moet while it’s chilled up on ice thinking to days when we didn’t have lights
New houses powered by solar devices
Jay lit with the mix
Hit a little diff
talkin' to friends
Cause them niggas been distant' I'ma vibe by myself
Cause a niggaa stay livin' Wanna sign me on gang
Gotta come with commission This shit
buyin' no limit discs
Money don't make me, I make money
Niggas get high and die cause they be stuntin' like some crash dummies
I plant my seed and let
Still on the East Side, glizzy stay tucked by the waist side
But my newest shit matching my waist size, that's a forty or thirty eight
I do real
taking names, I'll take your chain take this hunger
Pain, pain, pain
Then you feel the thunder and rain I don't talk it like the rainbow
I get it done
shit, geah
Get 'em
c'mon
Your block is mine bitch back up
We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've been
Gettin in where we fit in
bitch here
Big plays on the field yeah we lining up
Grey Goose got these hoes yeah we turning up
Pulling models with this club money flying up
Hit me up
It's jay Obé now I'm wilding with the clique
Got this money on my body like I really hit a lick
I use ten for the money like I'm boutta cop a dime
money getters and gangstas
Im on the blocc where this shit a get dangerous
Thats boy a store runner
With his bitch he a gangster
Stepped in the party all
around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
It's Ray Bands and Freebandz, we getting money
While you're hating, we're
bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'll catch a flight outta town just to get a tan
I cannot fuck with you I need a hunnid
Oh really?
(TS) Whassup, yeah
(LK) You know I waited a long time for this
(TS) Look, soon as I get there, I'ma call you, aight?
(LK) Bring what I
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