Lyrics:
you I try to get you girl.
I get you diamond pearls.Take you around the world.
I got myself a credit card to satisfy you heart.
How do I get with this.
credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb
Here come my girl I hope she got a pipe
It might of been a good day for you,but for me it'll never be right
I
credit buying me gifts with my
Own ends
Haven't paid the first bill
But you're steady heading to the mall
Going on shopping sprees perpetrating
All the girls in the music biz
Have credit cards they subscribe to Ms.
But they only want to fuck
Long haired guys from England
From England
There's
Rolling cash his only joy
Now that's impossible to see, to see
Used to be one of them
Now the men in suits are avoiding him
He's lost his credit card
I can't take your attitude
Boy who the hell are you
Walking around like you own something when the truth is not at all
Gave you my credit cards so
We'll explode
Oh
Wanna take the credit
But we won't forget
The way you tried it on
Said we'd disappear
Said you'd give us a year before we were
with just me and them
When money is your god with your credit cards
Quality of life is just fucked up
I just turn around and watch a Cadillac car see
right where I'm heading,
Now I'm over this I'll give the credit.
We were wrong at times, ain't even gonna try to lie
Feeling like I should cry when I
in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If
credit cards on ammuntion
They're polishing their rifles and they're polishing their guns
cause the church is drenched in fire
town hall's under attack
better than the last one
So gimme some credit for bein a Top Choice Artist
I'm in it to be one of the best, but not the hardest
"I Got What You Want"
I know I said it, I don't regret it
"I wish that you would give me some credit"
I'd go again if I could, I said
It's not original to be hard
It's
That's 'cause your credit card is fixed
My game is slick with chicks
You don't complain when I ice your wrist
You make me sick with this
Shutup! I
the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I
the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I
can run, you can hide, but you won't get far
Bullets for your credits, runnin' yo mouth
How you talkin' that shit? You get yo fuckin' brains blown
all between perdition
And the deep blue sea
Yes the sky pilot said it
Ya gotta give him credit
For a son of a gun of a gunner was he
Shouting
messed up my credit, now what the hell am I supposed to do.
Yes girl.
Ooh oh oh no she didn't
Oh no she didn't
Oh no she didn't
That girl is off
fuckin' volleyballs
For me to grab my meat and beat it
No credit cards needed, my cock's a frank for they heat it
Hungry hooker here eat it!
[Chorus]
All
like fortune tellers read tarot cards
Yo, a menace, wild like Crazy Ed is
With a sick scheme to make more green than lettuce
Film credits, who dick get
were really cheap
'Cause only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt
It's not right but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
namin' names
But he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
He put me through
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