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Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
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Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two
Piece squares
every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
[Chorus]
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
To the status of an Al Capone
Mr big 6 in the game of bones
But you know what they say what
Goes up must come down
So just peep what I speak as
You focus
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
and didn't get rich What can I say? I still love you, you son of a bitch Norman New York's gray and cold But somehow I miss that / Norman And running
tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, Mr.
Is
I'll get you more,
But you have gotta pay me by the hour".
Anyways you are just another bore
Who believes he's a superpower.
When you talk about
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
to tell'em hey Mr. DJ
Can you play my favorite song? (will you play my favorite?)
I heard it say it's gonna get better
We gon' make it out the hood someday
get a trifle weary
With mr. einstein's theory,
So we must get down to earth at times:
Relax, relieve the tension.
And no matter what
so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
her
I try to provoke her by giving money and jewelry and accessories
Instead of the recipe with a legacy of taking her to another place when I get it
now, right away
Look here
I ain't got nothing to send you today
But I'ma give you all your money
Soon as I get paid
Soon as I get paid
Well,
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
only, know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits.
That's the poem I wrote for the first time,
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate.
Mr
I wasn't gon' get comfortable?
You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you
Ooh, I'ma get it, run it up by no choice
I'ma sing until I got no
feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck a bitch" shit, uh
Fuck bitches, get money (what?)
Fuck niggas, get
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