Lyrics:
Beatin' on the ding dong all day long
I go around just singing this song
I got a gal, maybe two or three
Beatin' on the ding dong don't bother me
can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Oh, yeah
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I
when
You start down that long steep grade
On Monteagle Mountain
I just rolled out of Nashville in
My big rig heading south
My eyes are on fire feels
Like
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
God don't make promises that He don't keep
You got some big dreams baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
When you gonna wake up,
got believers
R.I.P. Big Tone, I know you see us
Sorry, gotta fuck on the low, I can't make Cheaters
Dawg, we got it bussin' out the bleachers (yeah)
some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Well if you wanna drink
Go baby, just do your thing
But give up
plastic handle just about to break
Well then you picked up Chloe
She knew y'all were going
She started barking like a tank
I was shocked and I was joking,
called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
started sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have hummers
Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
Damm dog, you been in here
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
Today I started loving you again I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough to let my heartaches mend
Then today I
had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears
They lived for a while in
Today I started loving you again
And so I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend
called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little five
called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little
on out to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin'
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
And if you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling
you gunna understand this shit
Your man talking about Hummers and little cars
That only fit in his little house little garage
His lifestyle is just
Don't let her memory torture to me
Whisky River don't run dry
You're all I've got take care of me
Well if that ain't the durndest thing
I thought
comments act like I don't see it
Gucci got long money that's no secret (long)
Big booty rich bitch who I sleep with (huh)
Niggas think they slick they
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