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The money would be pretty good If a quart of milk were still a dollar Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart And the hours, well, I don't
the D's Oh, you're gonna want to freak me, freak me Only if you're old enough, baby Eighteen and over or sixteen and under Oh, but how I wonder, I
He was driving home one evening In his beat-up Pontiac When an old lady flagged him down Her Mercedes had a flat He could see that she was
two Touch more, taste a glass of oil Flash yours rae Money we saw, left em dead on the door, dick Rots look chunky on the index Straight up, lee
that's real shit, nigga Main one say that he solid be the one told, that's real shit, nigga Gettin' to the money even though I gotta go on my own, that's
on my boots These rappers phony, keep me a heater like Tony Thinking i'm sad but that was the old me Most of my hoes wanna clone me Because i'm a slayer
my dick like a ransom or somethin' (mwah) Countin' up money romantic to her (racks) Think I might purchase her panties or somethin' Her man is a bum
Ahh, ha ha ha ha ha Making commas, they keep running from me I keep chasing money, money Crashed the Benz but then I got the Bimmer I ain't learn
I want to get to that old street I want it oh so bad I just need one more number I just need one more scratch This little man is on my back He's been
The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money Can I kick
on the table Service engines light on in your Mercury Sable But your pretty smile still lights up my whole world We ain't broke We just ain't got any money
at my wallet I'ma keep the money comin', cash flowing never stoppin' Money train always goin', feel the money I'm embalming I done got me a deposit, I
I wan get money I no wan Dey gum body Anything I touch make E turn money Make dem girls Dey call me honey Omo Oro how far I hope say you Dey get
changing You can’t have it all Now the building’s a bike shop where We went to high school The house where my mother Lived is a restaurant The old public
I love them bows, nigga Stack it so much had to hide it in them floors nigga Hid money from myself till it got old Stack it up till it rot and it
I got an old thot you can have Nigga couldn't fuck my old bitch Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy I'm in the kitchen I could tell You how the stove
Show me if you got it I've been running through my money like that I ain't got no problems Cause I've been running through my money like that Show me
bad friends. I could let you rock the mic, She could do the ad libs. (Do the ad libs) They say I'm aggin', Nah home, I'm gettin' paid. (Get money
too old for my age I took some acid now I'm feeling so strange The streets don't love a nigga never will Just to make it through the day I popped a pill
Where the Mississippi's flowing on the sunny southern shores And the steamboat comes a-puffing round the bend There's a little old log cabin with
in it too lose we in it to win I still be drinking old school Gin and getting tunned Another word for pounted is Wounded alcohol consume it Look, still
I was 18 years old, when I went down to Dublin With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams "Take your time", said my father, "Stop rushin' like
years old with a tie and a briefcase One more day, waiting for the money to come And they clap their hands and they jump for joy And gather round
I will not stop till I'm comfortable Counting this money feels wonderful Little nigga got the 4 on him Right now he feels so untouchable Have you
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