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particular who was older than me, her hair and makeup were perfect. I walked into the room for my audition and she basically asks me to sing. And after I sing
gonna go through the fire
Never expire, give it the way that they want it
They'll front on you if you tired (what about)
Money you tell me what's money
putting it down, just ask around nigga
Juice, now these rap niggas spooked
Who the fuck want it in the booth
I'm the mother fuckin' truth
Talking big money
niggas
If it's smoke don't ask, where my niggas
Pull Up On Site, I'm right here with my niggas
Money, Cash, Hoes, Money, Cash, Hoes
Money, Cash, Hoes,
that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (woo)
Free JT (ay)
Real bitches fuck wit' me (ay)
I
back
And nigga I've been getting money ever since, now
Fuck I look like cryin' 'bout a bitch
I'm 'bout to spend a paycheck up on my wrist
I had to get
for me
Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue
My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to
That's why I do the things I do
And I will always be there
to court for me
Need money? My boo'll go and work the avenue
My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to
That's why I do the things I do
And I will always be there
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
money leave
She ask me why
This dick aint free
Ion kno where yall niggas fell from
But u can't always blame the tree
Being bitch made isn't taught
It's
aint talkin bout my money
Fuck you sayin to me
So many Niggaz wit eagles around me you'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers
to be
Missing from the dictionary, i better
Reach out to Merriam Webster
Excuse me ma'am can I ask ya?
What's a basket case? Hey
Can anyone help me define
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
know these fuck niggas wish
They could paralyze me
They said I couldn't get rich
Out here bet money
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay
So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas
slimeball, I don't know none bout no Young Nudy
Rappers dressing like bitches this shit starting to confuse me
Even though Young Ma a dyke I'll still fuck
You know what, JT?
The only thing that I can tell you is
I'm a motherfuckin' city girl
And that's gettin' this money by any means necessary
If
Tripping bout a Bitch go get some money
Quit pocket watching Go get some money
Put your hand down Go get some money
We ain't worrying bout shit we
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta
They ask me what I do
I keep they
shit yo, wrong or right me
Dog for life and its on tonight
Why y'all niggas make money, money, money
My niggas take money, money, money
Bloodline,
of the underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having G's in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, coward, what you niggas
me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
The story's been
barely scorin'
Shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin
How you claimin' that's your bitch, but she steady hoein'
Why these niggas on my dick
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