Lyrics:
we Love it!
Fucking up we love it
Pass that money
Fucking up we love it
Crashed and bloody
Fucking up we love it
This my city
This my city
This my city
even the money
For being daddy's little honey
When they fill all your needs
Even when they buy you weed
And a bottle of Jack Daniels
It just is not
the niggas
Put these bitches on knees
It's tank love baby, after bed hit the flo'
But if you ain't about three
Hit the motherfucking do'
Pretending not to be
then black
Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (woo)
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is
(I love the boiling crab yeah
It's one of my favorite restaurants
I love me some seafood wait
You smell that? Yuh
Girl, is that you? Oh my God, ooh)
[Chorus]
'Cause when love is ya problem
Nothin' can solve it
When love is the problem
Money can't solve it
When love is ya problem
Nothin' can solve it
1... 2... 3...
Yo, Operator jack it up
And make the girls them on de dance floor back it up
Yo, tell the selector fe pull it up
The place hot but
And the mourners are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street
[CHORUS:]
You go back Jack do
Who they gon' love when you just ain't around
Who they gon' love when you down on the ground
Who they gon' love when you way outta town
When life
the mystery of life is a song song song
So we sing it so we can become come come united by the love love love
Cuz there can never be enough enough enough
(yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, poped so many bottles
Yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)
on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Young
I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor
And ouuuu I’m in love
I’m in love
Nana say she pray for me
Thank god cause I need that
Move to la by myself
At the time I only had 3 racks
Mama called me
with the love and indirect with the hate
Pocket watching your every move like ""how much money you made?”
People only gonna respect how much money you
too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it
If you
for you to handle
I'll vandalize your mind
With a rhyme defining my life
Surprise I'm twice as nice
With wit twin by my side
(No Mercee) get McChedda
goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew
J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love
Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley
(You've got a)
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
I been balling
Balling so hard for like 3 summers
I had to get it by my own run up these numbers
I guess I'm the one they gotta go to when they need
together [x6]
Where ganna be beautiful together [x3]
And let me show you what I can do [x3]
Let me show you how fast I can get to your heart
Awh shit
like a garden
Hope I'm not stopped by the cops might have to fight the sergeant
Wandering the roads with no particular direction
Money on my fucking mind
Live it up, live it up
Nobody ever told us we could die like this
Live it up, live it up
Corrupted by the comfort we (love, love)
God prepare me
Fake love made me hate love
This money
What I'm really made of
I get savage for this paper
Pay me now see me later
Why?
Cuz im addicted to this babyy
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