Lyrics:
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
about the money, baby
If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit
To all you niggas runnin' 'round here
Corny than a motherfucker
Just tryna fuck
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he
you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
it out the hood someday
(Hey Mr. DJ) Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
I wanna hear that song about Jesus
I heard my mama crying
I gotta let her know He's
over there?
{Mr. Shadow]
The one over there?
[Mr. Lil One]
Yeah the one with the bald headed fool lookin like a fuckin geek
Check it out check it out,
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
let me
I can't do nothing but respect it
She go to work from Monday
Through Thursday she earned it
She don't care about my money
I sip my tea like
money, it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin'
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
he say my name when the music stop
"Young Money Lil Wayne", then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't
to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce Wayne
They gon say me Mr. Owe me
Fell in love with getting money, nah
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
about the fire and rain.
Let me just say it again,
I've seen fives and I've seen tens.
It was a strong hit from the money machine, Sitting on top,
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about
mouth about all
These coke deals frontin what coke deals?
It's like been at the poker table
Cause I know you're bluffin
But you ain't the player
You
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
lives illegal?
It's all about who knows the trade
and who am I to knock him? Homeboy was gettin' paid
He chose his own lifestyle to live it was
'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car"
It was days couldn't be fly, now
'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car"
It was days couldn't be fly, now
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