Lyrics:
Imma die for the money but I need a chick
God damn hoes they fake on this
I’m never gonna die
I’m never gonna lie
She always down to ride
She always by
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
she a dancer
I think she a cancer, her boyfriend is cancelled
Grabbed her by her arm, had her sippin' this mo'
Let's get to the dough, like
Yallah
cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese
( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip
Infrared
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
Ohh
And the cops on the crew
Ohh
And we do what we do
Ohh
Making moves, money moves
By the moonfall improve
Got some booze
Got some juice, yeah
And he was trying to let it be
That shit fuck with me mentally
But it's over, yo
I've made the decision of what I say
And I've written can spark a
Change
mental delusion
Plain and simple
I won't cause confusion
Yo, that's your fault
Stop the somersault
'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt
My
full
Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho
Been in the streets since the info
Draco make 'em duck like limbo
Leave 'em stretched out, no limo
(Yo money
white yea
I call that Madonna
And I can’t hear what niggas say
You know I’m high anyway
I’m funny with money
Could be your friend and yo enemy
I hate
Drive new shit all through
South Central G how
You coming? You know I gotta kill em!
These days I been plotting on mo' money baby
This rap game just like
Elijah, Elohim
Oni ifa, alfa, pelu pope, won ma teriba
Mofope fun oluwa, modupe fun oluwa, mo loluwa
Bi ko ba so'luwa, ogiri sapa ma ti wolu wa
Ogi leba
they all just wanna love me?
So concerned wit my weight I'm mo' Chucky than I am chubby
Confidence of a porn star the day I cut the horns off
Took all
Yo whats up man, get up man (I can't bust man)
Get up nigga, bust (I'm fucked)
Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
(Aight I'll try it) get up
start having plex
They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins,
with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in
show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
I die famous, hard to explain this
I live a life to die famous
[Verse 2]
hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers
It's all love wit us but
yold make it, it wasn't no old in his heart
He had gold in his heart and he shared it
He served a million people and they squared it
Making mo' money
Time moves by like a flash from the light beam
I bling kinda like a flash from the life stream
Why scream baby you aint havin a nice dream
Kick back
off putty
Don't hide the supply
I'll throw down some money
Coca binge bumping, thumpin' skyscrape
With red cape on my brain wave bungee
"Mo-b what
mo’
A hunnid’ hunnid’ that’s a couple though
I could show you how to speak, show you how to talk
I could show you how to run it, show you how to walk
chest God knew that I would make it
Jus gimme the money the fame overrated
You ever hit a bitch on her birthday while faded
Left her wit a baby next week
what?
Something by Wu Tang
Or maybe Ice-Cube "It Was a Good Day"
This is all I gotta say, yeah
You know the deal
Yeah, you know the deal, how I feel
I
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