Lyrics:
chain,
Lil money wanna scam,
Bitch I'm outta your range.
Make way,
Feed me,
Gotta get this money.
Smoking nothing but the best yeah the boy so
is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked
Post got Flavor from
curious and I'm serious
Drop by in a drop benz
So get money til' the world ends
So still face I won't been
So get a ring and call the fellas
'cause me
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
on a mission, homie
See the vision, me and my division finna make it out
Now let me travel in time to 2011
And pass the mic' to my homie all alone in his house
Wake your punk ass up for the
Two double oh five brother
Young Money, the future
Hot boy in the building
Rock hard, hard rock hard body
Got it in
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
F*** a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
Then down
coins from my eyes
I've been down but now I'm back up
Bout to act up boy you better back up
When you see me set up shop know to pack up
I crack up when
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money
talk a lot
That's why they call the cops
I hustled on and off the block but never off the rock
Buck an opportunity right at the corner shop
He couldn't
yeah, I'll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let 'em know you love (yeah) the boy, wassup?
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I
and are lots of fun and they serve as good therapy pets.
They are active in the day and sleep at night so they make the perfect pet.
Zoos have areas
nigga, we straight gangsta pimps
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
If beef come around, can't let it go
When my funds turn legit, I'ma let
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know
What I'm talking about?
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all
(nope)
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go)
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go)
It's money over bitches that
(nope)
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go)
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go)
It's money over bitches that
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we
for a coat that I ain't even wore
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my
(what else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (true)
You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (woo)
y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's
In
the doofus
Shop-keep running had a lot to do
He had to clean the tanks
He had to feed the zoo
Fishes and spiders and ferrets and parrots
The turtles
get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique R-O-C mind right, bitch
I got my mind right, money
Yeah
You dig (yeah)
Uncle Jim
It's Dolph
Ayy, it's just a whole lot of money
Nigga, please, you ain't got as much guap as me (uh)
You don't
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