Lyrics:
Stop smilin', and still don't nothin' move but the money
(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting splashed on the island)
Stop smilin', but still
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man
it In!)
For all the money
It's the only thing on my mind, right now
(Ay man, gimme my money!)
That matters
Tried to change my mind
So
I got heart, I got it all but a Grammy
I got people that love me and some people that can't stand me
But no matter what they say, I know I am me
lane
Ask fi Steve but a no Steve place
If a group a man approach you put
Five, five shot inna each face
But no matter weh you do avoid a police
for my closet, aw
Drug money, turn to blood money
I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me
No matter what it is, I'ma pay that bail money
Zagazow
Ey na na na na na na
Beenie Man
Ak'Sent
[Verse One]:
Di di di di da di do da di dum
Watch him come when i shake my bum bum i'm bad i said
that used to matter, it don't matter no more
Like my money, all my cars
(You can have it all and)
Flowers, cards and candy
(I do it just 'cause I'm)
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
You gotta get that money and represent your crew
And keep it true
As reaper stay spray, still niggas
technique, y'all niggas gon' respect me,
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though,
Gettin' interviewed by motherfuckers like
mercy
The wul ah we in ah di party
And everybody look irie
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
Do it!
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
Cuh we nuh
like "no"
Ladies like "Addi a di best"
(Rest a dem a baby wipe)
Play mi voice, a bay rejoice
She affi pull it up, maybe twice
Money pull up, pay di price
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
tread on us and tell us how to run our lives
No matter where you go
Everyone would like to know
Can Washington D.C. mind the store?
Is there a soul
nuh Beenie man sim simma
She seh she want some cocky fi dinner
Mi seh me want 2 fi dinner
Mi run inna di place no sinner
Mind mi haffi chuck inna di
step pon mi shoe, ay you
Any weh mi go mi set di trend dem new
French girls, je t'aime, oui oui oui vous
Married to the money, gold diggеr? No never
When
mercy
The wul ah we in ah di party
And everybody look irie
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
Do it!
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
Cuh we nuh
money when di choppa link up
Bust down mi wrist becah mi pussy tweezer
Bet you neva know seh yuh man a eater
Seh him neva broke, but him a gully
way,
Dis is da man who took me by da han' up to da glory room,
Dis is da man who showed me da light,
Dis man here, dis is da man who gave me da beat,
on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain't got no bread
I ain't got no paper
You heard
[Chorus]
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
him train
Dem feel dem coulda lef' him soul in chain
You know deh plan did fail
Him still ah run di place, no matter kinda struggle him ah face
Him
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