Lyrics:
bitch, so I'm siding, fool
Money everywhere, all over the floor
At the bank I'm known as "Mr. $hort"
At the house I be chilling, getting some head
On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out
money, motherfucker, I'm the mascot
Crib in the city and a crib up in Aspen
Swiss account and consider that the cash spot
Billi' and I ain't gonna stop,
taka prawda harpagany
Jak Dalajlama szata ta sama tak jak widzisz
Tylko dawaj money money z ten przyjebany feeling
Siara mi powiedział „kill him"
dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By
of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows
That pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Want to Celebrate" sample)]
(I just want to celebrate) Like my squad won the Super Bowl
(I just want to celebrate) Like we bangin on New Years Eve yall
(Here we go)
(Here we go)
Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson
Coming by your house
Watch your TV, where's your cable?
Put it there, Netflix on your
no quieres salir, yo no quiero beber
Pero cuando te dé hambre nos podemos comer (Mr. W)
Nadie lo hace como tú lo sabes hacer (uoh-oh-oh-oh)
Ese
'round in my Civic
I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly
Soft to the touch like a porcupin
Blow my mind
Name's MC, me multiplied
Don't call home
'Cause
you're rebelling like I why
Because the government are selling us lies
Surrounded by fake-ism bullshit and racism
They're dumb enuff to carry out what
a key? Need to come see me, Mr Local Celebrity
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebrity
(From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word)
(Nobody nobody)
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
that pick n' roll
Someone call a halftime
Niggas up past bedtime
Yeah, yeah
And I know one day I'm gone make it come true
If change is made by money
Catalina and little
By little I worked
Through to the end of the script at which
Point I might have left: only by
Then those two boys from
The finance
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
And that oughta settle my stomach
Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It
These niggas ain't really bout it, they just be speaking Ebonics
I'm
choose by the hoes back then ‘cause now they want me
Talking bout money, I’m on that
Otherwise y’all can fallback
Trying get straight to the plug, I’m
choose by the h*** back then ‘cause now they want me
Talking bout money, I’m on that
Otherwise y’all can fallback
Trying get straight to the plug, I’m
Came out the freezer I'm hot as a heater
I'm walking with racks on me like I'm Serena
She just a eater I fuck and don't keep her
I eat by myself When
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Hold court in the streets
And convict this nigga
Oh, dickless nigga
Man, I'm runnin' with the blocka
Young Money
and had the blueprint
Makin' fresh money like a new man
'Til I woke up one day and realized I'm Logic
Somethin' they could never be, lets not even
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
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