Lyrics:
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
pay stacks
Conjure on the rocks, don't chase that
Buss all in your bitch face, and
Like Puff, tell her take that, take that!
Champagne by the boatload
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
want me is
Girl, I don't want your man but I'll take your man
Your man and his friend they both my fans
You don't understand Miss Demeanor ain't playin?
we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
Hip Hop Music
Hip Hop Music
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X
a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me
Sing me sweet
ohhh, you acting funny and trying to holler
she project Tyra Banks
the neighborhood super-model
she shaped like a coke bottle
hair whipping
me like a Rocket
Straight between the Eyes
She hits me like a Rocket
Straight into my mind
She hits me like a Rocket
I am lost, out of control
And I
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess
that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck,
Baby let me take you on a rocket ride
Up where the moon and the stars collide
Gonna let the universe be your guide
Let me take you on my rocket ride
lonely)
No communication
Radio silence
Anybody, can you hear me?
I need a little mercy
It's gonna take a little faith to see
The Mission
It all comes
gonna pig on down by the Fountain Bank
One bird book, and a buzzard and a crow
Tell 'em all that Tiny's gonna say hello
Scratch your dad
Do that bird
I asked my love to take a walk just to walk a little ways
As we talked about our future wedding day
And when she told me she would never be mine
I
Bank account filled, bank rolls peeled
Flexin on camera baby this shit real
I’m in the hills and I’m popping these seals
I got white hoes just like
you call me you know that I'm comin'
Get that backend and I stack up that money
Up with that chopper, you know I'ma dump it
I won't let a nigga take
We came to rock it all night
We came to rock it left to right
If you wanna rocket, let's take a flight
We gonna rocket baby... Baby!
It's about
it put her in despair
With a wringing of her hands and a tearing of her hair
Oh, since he's gone and left me, no other man I'll take
Oh, on the banks
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
Take a stand my fallen man
Try to hit me if you can
All I need is to breathe too
Tit for tat imagine that
So we all think we're where it's at
All I
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