Lyrics:
Link with your friendenemies
Find out how you moving
Dese **** got your math like **** solution
Blood on the money
Like a **** contusion
Drugs
recruiting
Link with your friend enemies
Find out how you moving
Dese niggas got your math like fucking solution
Blood on the money
Like a fucking contusion
LADY G - LITTLE GIRL
Written by: Janice Fyffe and Vincent Wright
Produced by: Brian Kotler & Bobby Pottinger
Lady G deh pon di version
Talking
out to Beyonce
And my dream is to one day make her my fiance
I'm hot caliente, attached with no strings
If I had to make a choice, money ova everything
need some love in my life
Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how
Akan te ene miss lolo
By se na mi de bo mbó
Materazzi nlo
Ke wa dji, ke ma dji
Ova a ne bidji bi buan
Ke ma dji, ke wa dji, aah!
Ndza a ne nchan ecuan?
think that money labels you winning
You can be rich and still hate that you living
Death by depression locked up by religion
A couple of things that keep
like we da spurs
Found his self in a body bag
Ova' half a fuck'n dime bag
And I was with lil JackOne when they put him onnat shirt
Made up my mind onnat
the land of the Iroquois
It's occupied territory Cali to Illinois
These colonizers use a white god, money and guns to fill a void
That's why my tribe rising
Jordan do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off
Are we at War if I feel it's unsafe
For me to step outside my car
For a traffic ticket
And by the way that I'm dressed
Did I immediately become your
shut shed
Borrow money, week later, Deebo, now I'm like, "What bread?"
Fuck Fred, nigga, fuck Jen, nigga, fuck you, nigga, fuck them
Ain't got for no
right away
Now they say huey do damage
Woke up with money don't know how it happened
Shout out my ex girl for making me savage
Why it feel like nowadays
I'm onna mission
I'm thanking god that I'm living
Imma get money wit all of my niggas
And I want a million
Imma just marry my bitch and put
a toast
Gotta make a toast for the gang shit
Ballin' down Cambridge, get to Huey home
We gotta aim it, boutta stage it
Keep my money in my hand, bitch, I
on
Who gon be the one to let you know that you a hoe
And I just packed up every bag and sat it by the door
And you gon tell me everything you thought I
a player
For me the money is a chaser
A pussy nigga is what I made ya
The death rates is getting major
By me the Lil' hell, hell, hell, hell, hell razor
adolescence
Fueled by a strong desire, concupiscence
So long from what my mom taught me, all the lessons
How to treat a woman
Usher a man these confessions
Make
an animal
Survival of the fittest my nigga
Don't let it handle you
Concentrated on the money
Now I'm stackin' up
I heard that bullshit talkin'
That I don't
do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off
bout cash
Talking bout money they had
They only talk shit
When they not on they ass
Why are you tripping
No QT
Bitches be acting like groupies
Think you
stay move the streets
Rebels and warriors all ova the globe
Find their souls to the rockin feet
Maybe to me that's more than money
Better than anything I
of payin rent
Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went
And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit
But all why'all
till she cries
Well woman a di sweetest species, createn by Selassie I
So everytime I see my sweeties, this is what I cry
More gal yuh betta gimme dem
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