Lyrics:
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Out here
Working
Just to get
His money up
They want me to switch
But I don't
Give a fuck
Held em all down
Will a nigga
Pick me up
Who could
You count
told her
His vagina screaming of fear
Why don’t you stop by
So I can say hi
You wanna square off
You can’t win fool
You just don’t get it, I don’t
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
like a bank teller
'Cause a fool and his dough soon split
So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'
Ladies, get your paper too
Don't
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
The Scarecrow will try his best to take your life
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
I do onto others before they do onto me
And my fingers refuse
screwed
You may think it's because she needs money
To put food on the table for Ron but no his mom
Misused and abused narcotics
She would take her bag
then watch the metals hit his face
Just know I'm all about the money, fell in love with Ben Franklin
Toot it up , back it down, spent it twice
My
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions"
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell 'em the money man done slipped and got his
jackal-bean stain
Decorum did em
The living room opens up straight to the pool
The pool is surrounded by my people no fools
All of em bosses graduated school
on the finest green
All the stress, I will relieve
Getting paper by the string
Bitch, I'm Gorilla da Spinna
Ora—rangatangabangin' on my chest
While we singin',
(say my grace)
Then I walk by his family
They don't know a damn thing that done happened (that done happened)
His mama smilin', baby lookin' all
shit
You by yourself where all that bang bang shit
I want u to breath wen you aim that bitch
Can you look at yo target and drift away before you wang
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money
a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up
Dollar bill
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
that's why it broke apart so fast
So much emptiness his heart is filled with only memories
Now he's hooked on substances and numbs his pain by smokin weed
she knew in her heart there had to be something better somewhere.
Well the boys in the school, they were just a bunch of fools
And they acted like
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
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