Lyrics:
it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we ca-
If I blew by, best believe, she
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
(West, Mr. West) uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
And I heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
From the Chi, like Tim it's
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."
And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's
You work hard, you make money
There ain't no one in the world who can stop you
You work hard, you went hungry
Now the tax-man is out to get you
acción
I'll do it on my own
Don't need your money, money
To get me what I want
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get
enough, to know that I have seen too much
See 'cause Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
Let me tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
'Cause if you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
blunted
And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do
Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga
Since you figure that you ready to box
You
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress,
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away.
Erongenous zones I question
'em, and
I get that money tell my mama I'm grindin'
And I'll be coming home with
Our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it
Leave a nigga awkward
'em stop givin' me cash ain't have nowhere to fit the hundreds (stop)
That's a breath of fresh air for the ones tryna get money (ah)
I used to get it
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