Lyrics:
I'll do anything to hammer
Shwii nfa mi hu matra earth I'm in the sky
Life be hard Wey we go do anything just to get by
Sagaa anaa mi rap na Kyi s3
bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they
(yea)
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
Born makin' money, I growed up in the hood
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they love me
knows tomorrow (skrrrrr)
We no get money we no get cars ! Enso y3b3 nya de3 yede b3 t) shotto
Heaven for bless us
Yabr3 ne rap yep3 s3 mo sa
Wo hyiaa me
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
afar
Jack gets depressed but he don't know why
He loves his loft in Soho and he loves his wife
He dreams about Janey when the lights are low
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the claw shrimp, four for the flow
Penny Arcade where the first one's free
The second one costs but
and the long lonely nights are back to haunt me again
She's had half a dozen kings around her fingertips
I was a one eyed jack with my eye on her hips
doubling
at the local hootchie-coo
I was hit between the eyes with a wicked four by two
Mama took one look and said "Boy you done been fooled
Cause what you think is love
you walk by
Underground rage but it pays to be top five
Hit this blunt, it hit make me cross eyed
Paranoid, flashing lights, don't like cop cars
They
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
MoneyBoii
Mbale To The Top
Dollar Gang
I love Money (I love money)
I love money (I love money)
I love money (I love money)
Money Money Money (Money
Ugh
Ugh
Ugh
Three thirty in the morning and I'm wide eyed
That's the usual I feel the best at night time
The sun don't like me the blue sky mock me
Tell
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three times 'cause I'm three up
And I keep me a bankroll
And I got me hella hoes
And I'm
on the cuffs nigga
The money I feel to in love wit it
And them bitches they suckin n fuck for it
I had to stand on the curb for it
I done killed the am till
all your charmers
Call it a shot from a motherfuckin' burner
One-eyed, punch it like Pop fuckin' Warner
If you a queen, better not call me no drama
saa adi3 nu Gyae saa adi3 nu
Boys abr3
Ya br3
Ya br3
Me i no wan try again,
Her slaying is too supreme
Can i find a girl, wey go love me for me
Its her
do me so
All just bcoz I Don blow
The money u dey want me I dont hold
U for tell me something cos I wan know y33
Nti saaaaa na wu di b3 y3 me
Nti
Marina
Got rich and switched my demeanor
And I won't fall for nothin' either
No, I won't speak on other people
Hey
For the love of the money, what
the moment pass last night
You know my cover's blown
Caught like a one-eyed jack
And my love's overgrown
And there's no holding back
Just want to take you
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