Lyrics:
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
But I had family and friends that I needed to see
So I sent up a smoke signal with some green
And wouldn't you know one by one I found my fam
Everyone
to know, who you are,
(Dipset, Skoal game)
And what you are, to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My name is K-L C
The drum ma, ya heard me?
But this
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
Cool me down, I'm feeling so exotic
Ya right now, I'm hotter than the tropics
Take me there (Mr. Worldwide)
Mumbai Cuba baby let's go (Priyanka)
parasite eve of the title fight
Someone took a dive tonight Follow where the money goes
Sick as this, money makes love, thug, cardiac
Money black heart
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
squeeze til the last shell go off
f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’s
you’s a airhead bitch, scarecrow
haha, aint nothing old but my money
Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry
we shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
started snatchin purses by Wall Greens
seen Titey get hit up in
drivin' good (drivin' good)
She wanna fuck for hours 'cause my money long
Droppin' bags (droppin' bags), they call me, "Mr. Get-your-tummy-gone" (tummy
the Brad.
You punk motherfucker, I'm comin' agg...
Mr., Mr. Scarface, for the nine-trey.
Niggas packin' nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully
Standing by the roadside
Old newspaper in my hand
Reading yesterday's headlines
Nothing new, I said it's all the same
Everywhere
I'm the fool
get knocked down by those I trusted
And I'm back to bare bones again
Mr. Suit, he's got an angle, he turns all things into green
If you're smart you
scotty
Welcome to the future Mr want to do it all meets hip hop
Landing on your ship dock, no sir please don't knock
Unless you talking bout your girl
think that shit is lethal
Well hello there mr. Evil
Or ms. Evil
Nowadays i can't even call them by their pronouns
Is getting more sensitive so i think
Ndabizi uziranye na Mr. money
Gusa gukaraga mukubye kane
Why you keep on calling me honey darling
I don't care ni cyo kiri funny ma ee
Ngushaka nk'icyayi in
bout that
By the way rest in heaven Mr. See bout that!
Count that all facts
My money tall like Shaq
Anybody that ain’t with me by all means fall back
So
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
by Q, why'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-see why'all, Mr. M-A-see Mall
Starry night, your life
You gave
nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down,
acting funny
Come back, where are you gone
This girl thinks you've been somewhere else too long
Where's Mr. Sunny
Hands up, give me the money
And I'm
Call me Mr. Make it happen, this rappin' swear it's my passion
Foot on they necks, no relaxin', I'm Thanos on the beat I'm snappin
I live my life
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