Lyrics:
my film can't get richer
Standin’ by me without a deal
Making this mil
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in
P.O
One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
the nose on a Chevy
Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirelli's, nigga
Money is freedom and freedom
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
a gangsta and I'm a always love my city,
Make money but don't act like I'm above my city,
Cause gangstas will always give back to the ghetto,
No new jacks in my city
Aye, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, uh, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, no new jacks in my city
the boombox
Yo red, my ears are ringin'
Hey, Erick Sermon!
Uh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway
Plus you have the crotch to drive me crazy
I'm
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
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
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
straight
down to my chest
Ymcbeez cash money bird tree
Then i pass it straight flowing blowing money gees
1 2 3 let me go six to many trick in the fucking
imagine that? They won't fight back. I got a theory on that.
A whale's heart is as big as a car. A whaler's thought must be smudged by the dark.
They won't
marrow
She in love but I don't got a bow and arrow
I'm known to jack the
Booty like I'm sparrow
They ain't trying to see me in the battle
They lines is too
She told me her story, how she had a thing
With the one-eyed jack and the suicide king
When she told me she loved me I felt like a joker
Because I
the love of money,
Fuck the fame, We peeped game, we crept and we came...
Bizzy Bone (Hook):
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we
Chorus)
Hot liquor stone jack
Bitter toothless flesh
Shabby pimple chin-slime
Evil milky rash
Me and Harpua
Spastic dead-eyed hound
Oozing dreadlock
And the mourners are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street
[CHORUS:]
You go back Jack do
Turned his self in, he had to do a bid
A 1-to-3, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G: you with me?
Motherfucking right, my
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
It goes one for the mind and two for the money
Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny
It's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E
Indubitably, I'm
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
Discuss these love and money by 3 eyed jacks Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In