Lyrics:
find your hole an' get it it
I'm gonna say this just one more time yep
5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50
You all hid yeah
If you ain't hid you better
got a big bag
now I'm counting 100's playing '20 somethings'
I am counting on myself now
Crying by myself now
I'm 21
At my grown ass age, damn
want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog
2:30 in the motherfuckin' morning what the fuck are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
pocket
But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties
man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would've been added, but it ain't at ya
Crashed on M-P when it went empty
The man
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
soldiers, Halliburton workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen G's a year
Plus two-twenty five extra, taking fire in combat
By Jimmy Driftwood
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
checks
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
Speak darts, yo, you get paid? Rhymin' about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
5'9", a street nigga with deep feelin'
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
can still see the chain lit up sittin' behind five percent
Every time I re-up, they gotta advance at least twenty M
I been gettin' richer and richer
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back!)
[Ludacris]
How you ain't gone FUCK?, bitch I'm me
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in V.I.P
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
had a minute to wait
Two hands would dive for a Colt forty-five
One hand would come up too late, too late
Too late
"Go for your gun", was the outlaw's
You want to grow up to paint houses like me
A trailer in my yard till you're twenty three
You want to be old after forty two years
Keep dropping
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been
won't twenty five-to-life ourselves
We bout that moolah, rich shooters
You getting money, got a body then you one of us
Trust
You getting money, got
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five
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