Lyrics:
deathbed
Bitch it's Sophie Shredz
Wish I never saw you
Wish I never even said that I want you, want to
Spend all my money on the Dolce and Gabbana
Old me's
A wise old man told me one time
Happiness is a frame of mind
When you go to measuring my success
Don't count my money count my happiness
Oh,
as a youngster
Pussy and money the only language I clung to
Claim to, unrolled myself up to become one
Ain't ya happy I chose rap, I'm amongst the
Streets
on the street
You're always pushing, shoving
Satisfied with nothing
You bitch, you must be getting old
So stop your love on the road
All your digging for gold
at the show
You give me a little rhythm
I give you a little soul
This little old band we've got
And right on cue
Our bones they know
You give me a little rhythm
up, my swag got an amp
Your tramp seen the champ and her pussy got damp
Chickens with the stamp
I count so much money that my fingers got a cramp
If
sir, and yes sir, it was worth it
For the ol' red, white and blue
And since I won't be walking
I suppose I'll save some money buying shoes
where this old world's
Gonna fold
And all on account of a think called gold
And that's somethin' hard for us frogs
To understand
Now you're lookin' at me
makes no sense at all
To listen what they try to tell you 'bout justice, war and peace
If money's all what counts for them don't trust the Bourgeoisie
It
got it off ground like a toe touch
All you niggas hella trash like a old lunch
Prolly rolling up some flowers yea a whole bunch
New joints and they
Young Money
Ayo Ferg
Yeah
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
eyes
And I swear, like Warren Buffet
Real money I'm just trying to touch it
The diamond-encrusted shit, live illustrious
'Cause we was deprived
two hundred a week, it don't make it
I got a ticket going to L.A.
And I'm hoping I can take it
Cause I got enough money for about a month before I'll
say na disturbance
I’m already feeling like a militant
Hope my money is intact
My goof n’ime backwood
I’m old enough to be paying tax
Police ebugom
a week, it don't make it
I got a ticket going to LA
And I'm hoping I can take it
'Cause I got enough money for about a month
Before I'll be back on the bus
Wish I could go back to the old days (old days)
When we saw the world through these rose shades
When the hell did it all change? (When the hell did
Man I promise, when I get old enough
I'mma buy you a limo, and we gon' go to Red Lobster
And you can get all the, all the lobster tails that you
we, because
No old woman purse can't get grab of
No juvenile 'pon the road after dark
No visitors can get rob inna the park
Else bwoy will finish
I'm out of money I'm out of friends and my six-packs are all gone
All the couples I've been watching dance now they've all gone home
Yes
money
So I can’t waste it
Have so much money
Let’s get these racks
Ice on my neck ouh
Brand new Rolex
She my old ex ouh
Let’s get these racks
Ice
of money,
Diamond rings upon your hand, no.
That ain't what it takes to be a man.
Do right by the ones you love,
Always give a helpin' hand. Yes, I do.
up some old Shonen Knife,
But it's really all that I've got
I don't think you knowjust what you're getting into
You're spending lots of money to get
wanna be a Pretty Woman loving a rich man
Now here you come, drop top riding
You ain't no pimp fake nigga stop lying
Pussy makes money, stick
beefin' with me, I never heard of them
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith
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