Lyrics:
More money means more problems
Don’t hate the game ‘cause that ain’t gone solve ‘em
Fuck around and build a whole city off coke
Have a bunch of kids
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
break down the weed in my rap
I was born about eight miles in the city of dope
Meanin' my city is the city of dope
Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes,
est bleu et blanc comme le maillot de man city
J'fais mes calculs one by one j'ai gagné plus que la veille
Des fois j'perds la tête quand je té-ma'
match with me
City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me
Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee
Other members of your clan runnin' where
thousand feet gon' make it hard for me to simmer down
Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
Thus another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em
In my home of sand
Outside the city of gold
Well, the wind's so burning hot
But my heart remains so cold
I need to buy myself some answers
But
cool)
(Had to put gold on my wrist, diamonds be shinin' they gliss)
She count that money while I sleep (right cool)
(Now when I wake up I shit, all
White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y'all, take a look around
White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y'all, take a look around
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below
A little silver and a little gold
But in that city, where the ransomed will shine
I want a gold one,
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh
To the city of gold near the sky
Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh
Where the troubles of life drift on by
Marrakesh, come
streets of gold
Turn grey skies blue, turn hope into truth
Yeah, somedays, sometimes all you can do is
Dream from small towns of big city lights
Turn
illegal funds
Why this stripper, she didn't let me fuck? Still kept all the ones (damn)
Damn (damn), and I ain't no sucker
House by the lake with
the city, it was hot, hot, hot (hmm)
Think they fuckin' with me but they not, not, not (hmm)
I just cannot stop
I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
She came
The city's lonely, Babe
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you
From the Hudson to the East
cngels and Birds fly
Red, white, gold, Navy
Up in
All that shines, is not gold
All that shines, is not gold
All that shines, is not gold
All that shines, is not gold
(Came up quick)
Yeah
Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice
Begging with your hand out
Can't even let your gold get a glitter in this damn town
(FUCK YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT OTHER SIDE)
What the fuck had happened you
riding around the city
Talking like we was gonna sell dope
To cop them Jordan 4's
And a brand new pate from the store
Told you I had the plug from Ghana
So
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