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niggas to death
I wear a size 12, know i step
Tryna put one of you fuck niggas under my belt
One deep with 15 by myself
Tryna play, I'ma shoot like half

Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred

Obsessive, possessive, and more
So much of you I enjoy
Mission accomplished
It's time to deploy

Slow (down)
Girl
(We) can do this all night
Slow (dance)
With

differences, but baby still here
By my side, my ride or die, girl you my best friend
I done told you shit I"ll probably never tell my dogs
We was chiefin'

and focus on the fun
Tell my family and friends that the bill that it's done
It's what I'm talking about
Money for the bank account
Money in the bank account

This is for you
Part 2
It's crazy how we was friends
But end up underneath them covers
Doing it with no rubber
Perfect for each other
Friends turned

Flooded by the bullets with a huned rounds
I'm so drippy need a float not to drown
Take your life with chopsticks like it's rice
If you break my heart
That

fan
And we screaming RIP to yams
I’m making bandz nigga with no scam
Moneys getting bigger by kilograms
We shooting shots no instagram
Friends and foes

just with a pen and page

I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

You can't be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your

the trap I can't give it a rest
Ion play with these niggas I know I'm the best
cnd we only shoot heads I don't know whats a vest
I been fucking two friends

Say Word

Fat Joe

Jealous One's Envy

1995

bo-ties 

Transportin through a airport securities 

In cahoots with the San Juan authorities 

Hated by majorities, loved by minorities 

Uhh,

about the money, and not God's loving
embrace

But on the road back home from Jerusalem,
Robin fell into a trap,
He was left for dead by Gisbourne's men,

Pimpology

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

All we want is the money

I keep em' bro. 
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.

I'm going to tell you a story in

approach me bring the EpiPen (Help)
I can't drop a track without some hack talking 'bout let's be friends (I'm surrounded by losers)
Like really my dude
What

hustle no money no fumble
I put my trust issues on my rumble
I put my lost issues on God's table
I regain my table with lot of marble
The way i play with

changing us, just pray for us
Give it up smooth
Ain't gon make no progress playing by the rules
Time is money, I can't give none to you
Always wondered how

Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Got the fuckin' money, sleepin' with the racks
Sellin' all the dope,

I be with the gang fresh as fuck like a mento
I feel just like Guy Pearce felt in Memento
No new friends like my life is a Drake quote
We was in

(Smash, smash)
I keep that Drake just like a Raptor 
You tracking her phone but no you can't map her
He ain't getting no money that boy a actor
Dividing

We Gon' Ride

Gucci Mane

No Hard Feelings

2016

your best friend, this your anthem
Still the same bitch, won't see me out here with no random
Now we on the road and I'm stickin' to the code
Way

a friend that’s a two piece
Me and the bro going crazy you clueless
Yuh yuh aye bro got a hammer like Loki uh
Bitch call me drake I want trophies uh
I need

Let me just work with the hook for a minute
Ayo Carter, you gone crazy
Yeah
Young Brown

DatM3
Ay, run that shit up, Chase
Get em, up in that mode

Gang nein wir sind keine Friends
Ich bin young Uzi mit der Draco in der Hand
Rollie on my Wrist, Money in my Pants
Pants lass ich saggen, Hoes lass ich

Stop Shammin'

Big Daddy Kane

Looks Like a Job For...

1993

One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue 
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during 
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block 
With Spence