Lyrics:
rhyming
I gotta lot of love but my moneys poquito
She ain't no problem honey, and still gave me besitos
All them niggas snakes but they less than lethal
I'm
nikes and some camouflage shorts/
Rollin blunts by the basketball courts/
Fly honey walkin' by in flip flops. I'm like""Damn it. My lord!""/
Yea fasho I'm
Explosive was the release she swallowed up every seed
Then straddled the beast she gave me no reprieve (Get it girl)
I’m 2 Live I Skywalk over the Cloud City
I don't want your money
I refuse to clean the floor honey
Labels are like "He's sure gully" They
Don't know what's fresh before doggy
Girl I don't
would be: MC Nice, The Big Help, too
Lil Sammy to boot, hip hop's helping-est group
We in the booth, full plates for the record
Not the studio, no, it's
some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
causes a chemical reaction
把我变成了派对里的催化剂
turning me into the party catalyst
我嘴抹了蜜 A to the P
Put honey on my lips A to the P
马上就变身 5 4 3 2 1
Transforming
""Oh behave""/ you just want my money honey, you know I know that/ cause you didn't come around when I was working at the gap/ so go ahead girl, you have
amounts
Now I whip cars around
Jason transporter in and
Out of town never out of bounds
Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me
Wanna give her carrots
no spins in
Why it's (so hard to choose)
Being super lyrical or slowing it down
Will they understand the metaphors and how they compound
With the two
hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
praise god, god love me without him what would I do honey
He blessing me with this money put your hands on me
Let me awaken to the light
To the light
cashing diplomas
That's no disrespect to my niggas back on home on them papers
Get it all, congratulations, you earned it
Moment of silence for y'all,
for fun Ratchet Bitch, and she chewin' on some gun
I got one bitch and two bitch and three bitch and four
Got hella bad bitches and they knockin' at my
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
give me that sexy girl
Frome hope-a lackaa
I´m the comb to your honey
Look you´re more than my money
Yeah, you´re more energized than a bunny
I love you
eat my niggas feast
I was so cold had to cop me a fleece
You needa get you some money don't get you no funny
cause you cannot pay for your lease
She
cash out and ball
This card ain’t got no limit to me
After that we slide out
To the honey comb hideout
Kicked up laid up
Two backwoods rolled up
After
gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid
chillin da club like u wrote that honey
Wit that counterfeit shit
Like some broke ass money
I'm in this mf club with my knowledge on
And if fw
just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in
Jack, and Ginger
Mary's here my dear
No need to ask I'll bring her pour me a glass
I'm in my zone
I'm in my zone
And if it's mine that's you honey
stealin' honey buns
Boy, your pockets got skinny, you like Buddy Love
A goofy think I'll let my brother go one-on-one
I got something for his stupid ass
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