Lyrics:
go home
My brothers in LA anyway
Love for the kid it was MIA
I was told I was worth millions of dollars
And this how I get it
Make the grind religion
ya own dance
DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all
Plain white tee
Money on me
Like twenty girls
That’s all I need
Turn nothing to a dollar
That ain’t a problem
She in New York
LA tomorrow
Plain
Oooooh
Mmmm
I'm like hey
I'm like hey
I'm like hey
Hey
Getting Paid
Wanna be the goat like I'm MJ
Hundred million dollars on my grave
Hundred million
Ten dollars
That's all y'all charging for beats now
I mean, I used to charge less than that
Keywords... USED TO
What can ten dollars get cha? Hmmm
mean server, a job title should never infer 'her'
And I unearthed the fervor to be worldly word rehearser
So on a 15 dollar bill, 20 percent would be
dollars in my pocket
I I'm - I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm -
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars
where dem dollars at, by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all up in our face brah
We don't like
to land
All them pussy niggas died helpin' out the feds (bitch)
Mixin' twenty-five hundred dollar eighths (what?), Twelve-fifty zips (what?)
Ain't never
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Une Ma Huile il y'a
Une taille de balle
By-By By-By Bye
en euros et dollars
A Sku Sku
Ok Twenty
Ho acquistato Ebay
Di milioni me ne restan venti
Stó
sitting on twenty four's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
getting money it was magical
Fishy if you offer information I ain't asking you
20 thousand dollars in a North Face pocket
Ain't even got it on it's still in
of that just worries me
I’m only twenty five
Feeling like Im thirty three
I’m trying to turn a hundred dollars into thirty Gs
Im tryna flip a filthy gram
advance
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved
star hotel, rated
Best by the Town Mouse
Our twenty twenty twenties on the house
Welcome to Charlie's Pub n' Grill
Can I take your order, get your
Money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine Money machine
Dollar for dollar we round it up bitch
scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
And I cried, "Oh, ouch, help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"
Now, down at Gatsby's
see?
Steepin' out of ragboys, cornises and Bentleys
Six million dollar homes, we stays to the flow
Now how much cash can you stack in a twenty
badada, bada)
I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for
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