Lyrics:
like free money, like a preacher loves Sunday
Love ya like freeze pop, love ya like a milk shake
Love ya like a high school girl on a first date
Love
Aw, man man I sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' love
This one ya heard me
Manny Fresh:
Now, who
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry, hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money
pulled 3 aces and the one-eyed Jack
Then said, Go ahead now, make your deal with the devil
I said Do you, don't you, want me to love you?
You ain't
See, I had almost given up
And now I love ya like summer time, love ya like cherry wine
Love ya like free money, like a preacher loves Sunday
Love
heads give you head
If it's money, bout them dollas
Jack your stacks and pop your collars
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ooooh, fa shiggedel
So slick, so sly, so
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
funny hugging, Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
(We're on a mission from Rod)
(One, two, three, four)
(Don't think it's quite bloody funny at all)
(Don't know what you're laughing about)
Life
tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
We both on fire, love the teamwork
Leave with juices on your t-shirt
Loud and clear, no need for reverb
the nose on a Chevy
Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirellis, nigga
Money is freedom and freedom
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
Oh
The name of money
Uh yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, a a yeah
You, (you you you)
You can't say that I really didn't love ya (ah)
There's a new
Jack my brake at the traffic stop
Interstate lookin' like a parkin' lot
Fat boy flying on a fat boy bike
Weavin' in and out and passin' me by
I
three days a week
Ya she'd even break a promise in the promised land
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
She'll shake her money maker twice
of Pete Rock
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switched my girls around like 3L dub
My favorite girl wanna leave me just
Because I got a girlfriend
My
(Jack)
I try to stay out of love 'cause I'd kill me a bitch
I'm just fuckin' and thuggin' and gettin' money to lit to commit
I got one ho ridin'
The love they sing is hate.... fakes.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
From sea to shinin' sea
That mailbox money sure been good to me
The postman starts his outboard
'Cause we get our mail by boat
That song I penned in '81
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