Lyrics:
Ready to go man, fuck is the money
My boy like them white girls, pasty bunnies
When I step lil' hoes be attracted like puppies, yeah yeah yeah
Pitbull
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
Seventeen, tryna man up
Feed the fam boy, I put
Even got a little bit of Bill Gates paper
Some opera paper, some dope boy paper
Holla at the D-O double G about paper!
Don't need no nigga to buy me
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
Pastor Troy
24's in my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came
of my pen,
change the words to the alliance.
I can bank wit embezzlers, swim wit the sharks,
Turn a pitbull into a poodle from the sound of my bark.
(Ugh,
stayin' with your mama need to get your paper up
Runnin' threw these bands, did it by hand I got a paper cut
Heard your nigga broke but wanna beef, boy
with no skin attached
And she knows her boy knows her boy knows her boy
She didn't need to find find to define find my love
She didn't need to defined
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought
blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste
blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste
we go down, we keep on smokin’ it right by the pound (Smokin’ it right by the)
Can’t even talk (talk)
I knew that boy was a fed (I knew that boy was
stainless
And understand that you lookin' at the famous
West-coast rapper who act like a anus
Hollywood, they thought they could tame this
Pit-bull, but I
get my paper you can PayPal it at least... Freeloader crowded to leach cause I bought it without a lease walk pitbulls without a leash ease on down
now pull ya paper out!
(yeeeeeeeeeeeaaah) real niggas!
(real niggas) Jack boys! (Jack
Boy) Dope dealers! (yeeah)
OK, now pull ya paper out!
We gon'
can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm
gliding
Paper plane
To dms
Got her insta
Won't be her mister
Might play twister
(Hehe)
(c'mon)
Too Bad
She love when her boys come bad
Come in smooth like
micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with
clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need
Boy with the vibe yea
Nah money dey ginger me
Nah money dey ginger me
Nah money dey ginger me
Sheybi nah my blessing you no fit hinder me
Bere lowo
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
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