Lyrics:
It's a one way ticket to the other side
It's a Dr. Jekyll and a Mr. Hyde
See Lizzie Borden, she's one of the stars
And tricky Dicky barkin'
Flashin'
the money
Yes, of course
I'll stay until we get some sort
Of news back from Paramount
Thank you thank you, Joe
So, Max wheeled out that foreign bus
Brushed
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
or Mr. Carter?
The world is on my shoulder, I shrug to get it off from shit
What's harder? Life or Mr. Carter?
Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm, mm, mm
Carter Sisters got the good corn liquor
Get the one with
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
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
one ever gets hurt or killed,
Just a game Mr Buttons, feel no shame Mr Buttons
Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
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
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
Hey, honey cat got ya tongue?
Don't look so funny
Mr comedian, joke's on you and
You good at bets, so where's my money?
I know you bet I'd never make
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
low
Cause I spent all my money calling long distance
Calling long distance, such a long way from home
Am I talking to long distance, can you put
Grr, buh
Look
Oh, yeah
Why the fuck are you hatin' lil nigga?
Lil nigga, I know why you hatin' lil nigga
'Cause I got that money, now you want
I'm like, "Your ass ain't fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Poppy, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Killed da pussy, killed the bitch
Turned into a weirdo
Mr zone 6, half a million dollar
on the pole
Got me throwin' my money, throwin' my money
I ain't got no plans tonight
Get somewhere, you can help me get my head right
And I love your
killer money nigga get by now
Right now, right now
I'm with niggas that have been to your side now
Side now, side down
This is a mean old world
Try livin' by yourself
This is a mean old world
Try livin' by yourself
Can't get the one you're lovin'
Have to use
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
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