Lyrics:
much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
You see me
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
Ok, let's talk about this ice
like to much of this
But get to bobbin it's head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway
Ok, let's talk about this ice
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
send 'em vids
I'd send it back in like a day or so
You bitches writing slow like centipedes
My crib got amenities
I just bought a T-Rex tooth,
by Kid Joe
Ah yea I'm Shawn Jay and I want to make a special announcement
To all the baby mamas I see you bitch, you too bitch
Baby, baby, baby
nine, get up
'Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block, better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth
of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used
By the nape of my neck you can hand me down, to forge a little more in the quiet that we found. So just to say anything, you say that you love me.
and the tears
I don't know what to do with you, Joe
When we're friends I can't help but want more
And when we're out of touch, I still miss you so much
And I
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
The Dark by Firehouse
You know the whole world is changing and it's moving so fast
That today's innovations never seem to last
You're just
Smooth dude
Had so much soul
So much more time
Left to grow
So much love for his people
I remember the green motorcycle
Same one that took his life tho
I came home
Buck in the back
She's on the porch
With her bags packed
She's had enough
She's over me
Spending too much time in a pine tree
miss my whole act
Suga T paper, cause Suga T did that
It's so simple to make it happen
More paper to keep the scratch
Bin off the hurricane,
the reasons fans are
Sayin' his shit is garbage
And mines is much better
Admirin' touch better with much
More in advance
And nowdays I'm lookin' forward to
Much
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
a nigga not paying bills
Fo' real by our goddamn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out)
Uh, some more, uh, uh, some
There aren’t a lot of things Joe hasn’t done.
He forgot the difference between right and wrong.
Judy expected too much from him.
So one day all she
out of your fucking mind
I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records
So step up, come
more than I eat
Drink more than I sleep
I fuck more than I love girl, so wassup?
Is you freaky? I smoke more than I eat
Drink more than I sleep
I fuck
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