Lyrics:
what?, Look I ain't have nothin' to do with killin'
(Baby)
Slow down, I'm talking bout some get money shit an how its gonna go down
(Lil Wayne)
Well
want me to see how I'm actin', but got no mirror
Bitch I just be turnin' the fuck up, bitch ain't it clear?
And I'm 'bout my dough just like I'm Homer,
I'm cool, then we're cool
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody worried bout no money, and we still gonna have a good time
Like JJ, Thelma, and Willona, we gonna
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
Wayne
I'm Quick to put in Work
Put your face on a T-Shirt
Who that be 'bout combat
That be that nigga Turk
Get down and filthy for mine at any time
Stunna
I'm talking 'bout lil like Weezy on the come-up
Drip too hard, got his dick too hard
He gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Pretty little
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock
they see me now) yeah
I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't)
No, I won't let you waste my time (yeah)
Surrounded by some millionaires (oh-whoa)
with the whipping, choppa with the whipping
Ain't no God, ain't no priest
Just your body, floating in blood exposed to the street
I'm bout that life, I
soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
[Lil' Kim]
Yea yea uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
I let him know we bout that
defeated, nigga
I'm a soldier
On top of that, nigga, I'm a gangster too (I'm a gangster too)
'Member postin' at DAG, me and Lil Mista Poo (I was lit)
Shaq of rap
Low in the lane i'm like a Sony to lames
Man, I'm controllin the game
And I'm bout mine say you on your grind?
Well it's about time outshine
Doo doodoo doo
Doo doodoo
Doo doodoo doo
Doo doodoo
People, don't 'chu worry 'bout me
Evil, gon' get buried by me
Well, I'm gonna choo choo
where my lil' bitch stayin' actually
Like fuck that bitch, know matter fact, her name Ashley
Last time I checked, shit, we was cool, I never knew it
a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin' dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like
I'm cool, then we're cool
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody worried bout no money, and we still gonna have a good time
Like JJ, Thelma, and Willona, we gonna
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
And really don't give a fuck bout what you doing
Long as I pave the way
For my
I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
And really don't give a fuck bout what you doing
Long as I pave the way
For my
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
Nature, yup I'm Treacherous and less than this
Would be uncivil-ous, and like some syphilis I'm killin' this
Beat by Pharrell-y, yeah, yeah, really
Chad
just to shoot it up
It been a minute, that ain't bother me
Lil' dawg got a life sentence off a robbery
How the hell I'm winnin' and it bother me?
I'm high now
Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now, now
When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over
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