Lyrics:
a dope, love the mother, or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot, and although shorty honey break nigga
How you figure, he a big rat money makin nigga
Cute
baby
Walkin' up an down the street
You walk by me, smilin'
Act like you don't wanna speak
But I, Iittle girl
I've got tired of your low down,
Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying?
I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got
heel (Uh hmm)
Caught yo bitch slippin banana peel
She ride my dick like a Ferris wheel (Ferris wheel)
Chasing the money don't need a deal (Simoleons)
My
a minute, Now i gotta Amiri my jeans
Nigga im wearing Louis Vuitton
In the city they know what im on
Shit could be gone by tomorrow
Mr. get it in get it gone
Since I can remember when
I been on my money shit
You say you're about your money bitch
Well let me see them dividends
I be on my, I be on my, I be
Who got it, who run it, who need it, who want it
I got it, I run it, fuck nigga, I get it
Old money, new money, too many blue hunnids
I got it, I run
PC, turn this bitch up
You know that I fuck with you my dawg
We winning over here
Hold up
We stacking up our money to the tip
All my niggas winning
Fly shit, this is how it be
Stackin' up my money effortlessly on a beach
Wanna peep? You can come and see
Stackin' up my money even when I fall
but bitch
I'm preventing you put respect on my name
N's ain't real respectable
She think I'm incredible, her Mr incredible
She likin' my size, she look
no I won’t tell Mrs. Claus
He said “ho ho ho,
Let’s get high high high”
We get on the sleigh to take a ride
He pulled out his whip as I lit
was home
Now every night is christmas eve
'cause she lays gently by
And I see my unborn children
When I look into her eyes
Yes, she made me a believer
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
his
And a snake don't change
He just change his skin
I was in the snakepit like the family den
Nigga play for keeps and we playin' to win
Money change
foes
I got too many who step on my toes
She want it all, the money, the clothes
I'm give her half but she wanted both
She never swim but she want a boat
Why you talkin' like he ran, oh, shit
Pick up a stick and, yeah, pick up the stick and go, go
I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I go by Rose
Pick
money manage it with heavy handed tactics
I'm doing the money dance to signal my advancement
Past Park Place on Broadway open throttle go
Top back
on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
Money on my mind
That mean I'm thinking of loot
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio- "Money Over Murder
" that's the title of my bio
We cop
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
Gotta get some money, gotta get him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck
(Chorus)
(B.G.)
of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur,
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
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