Lyrics:
Do my money dance
Hundred hundred hundred yea
I count hundred bands
Self made girl huh, I say fuck advanced
I be high I cannot land, niggas want it by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those, even if someone's in it
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
Kaput, I'm done with this life intercepted by my lights
That turn despite I don't want to breath
If I could wipe I would be gone and leave this clean slate
drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc
See I'mma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil' bitch, she super bad
of my size
Mr. Big out the west, I get em gone on the nawf
I got love on the East, you know I'm plugged in the south
Since a jit I been getting in
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
And we can watch it blow
Take me wickedly
Give me body
Show me the end of the rainbow
Mr. Romeo
Come here and bite me like an animal
I want it vicious,
can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
'm proud of you whoa
Shut up lil bitch you to controlling
Got a bad hoe Kelly Rowling
Want me for cash lil bitch I know it
We spin ya block like bowling
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
Young nigga back in his bag, findin' his way, still on his lone'
Young nigga countin' up cash, makin' it rain, my money long
Uh, I bought that bitch a lil
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
tell she want fuck by the way that she’s looking
I’m hanging with bosses no rookies (Bosses)
I sit back and I roll up some cookies (Cookies)
It’s not my
gonna get my love
The best fat rapper since biggie smalls
And I don't care how you want it
You gon get it raw
Tone Chop is the name
You better learn it
play for the jazz
Bitch I’m bout my cash I need that money call me mr krabs
He was lacking so my man got em yea ik u mad
He was drilling but he got
for cash just for clarity
I don't pray for cash just for clarity
I was lookin' at the time go by
Whole time I was waiting on mine
I looked up
Err body know the name, they call me Mr. Foxx
Swagger on a millie, got the stuntin' game on lock
Got them hundred dollar bills, I don't rain, girl, I
Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels)
Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely
Let Me Hold Somethin'
" before you fuck it up
I'm Mr "No Need No Backin'
I Need All My Cash Upfront" mr "Oh
Chopper Got So Much Kickback
That That's
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