Lyrics:
to see me feedin my belly,
they want to see me walkin on my ass with no (money?)
[Verse Two]
Really don't even need this
everybody tryin to get a piece
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
how u filt u let hate'n stop yo grind
homie (fa real) D.A. bullshit
(fuck'em) want me with time homie
(time homie) sit'n lonely n a cell hear'n
[Verse:]
Nobody get money quite like I can
Couple shows couple million like the bank in my hand
Couple cars couple women boy you can't understand
How
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a rat by her tail
Don't ask what I'm smokin' on 'cause that shit ain't for sale
I can't trip off a basic bitch, 'cause I
Queens rock fatigue all weather
Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather
Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better
We blow cheddar, au four feta
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
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
them down I'm captivatin'
Living this life it has to go down
Ridin' around to push and the pound
Any mo?
Smokin the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
Yo, once the Mo start drippin
Hoes start trippin
Tell em my name Boo
You know we all hittin
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me stuck
And I aint
there's a rally and it's swinging
Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over, and now
and some mo
I ain’t gotta dollars no more
All that big cap’n, you n***** was doing just flexing yo money just basic
I was just working and patient
I do it
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These n----s trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These niggas trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
rat he an animmated scoundrel
Yo bro off et pill
He said he like it cuz it make him mo real
I needa deal matterfavt i needa mill
In et zone im in 4 tha
pampered preparing for cameras
Stand by my stanzas ’n standards
Silence be best watch yo manners
to these local artists who
Ain't buy a feature
When I ain't have money to buy some reefer
But yo, it's cool, I sleep with one eye open
Next time I meet ya
timing
Playing malcom ina middle
Wit problems i can't time it
You know im gettin better
By seconds it's no denying
Think that niggas keepin up
Pretty
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