Lyrics:
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Coach is just checking the roster
Baby its up and stucc
You think you could fucc with ah
Nigga who just got his money up
Staccn it makin it double up
Can't run from genetics, only hope to be the revolt
Fast cash and women with men with strong libido
Curses tamed by elderly hands, but will they be broke
Yeah. Melvin
She said Melvin pull me closer by your side I'm getting colder
I'm like baby you know I got you just like Music got my back yeah
I've
You asked me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
For all I know, even murdered
(By nightfall, we will have left your Earth)
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
Chorus [U-God] 2x
RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL
True in this modern world, when two lovers get together
Chances of 'em ever makin' it to forever
Couldn't be better than two in a million hearts
Baby, you the one (One), all these niggas wanna fuck (Fuck)
I wanna make you mine 'cause I'm into makin' love (Yeah)
We can take slow 'cause I ain't in
me
Makin sure im there for you
And what I found
I know that is true
I just wanna be with you
Right fucking now
And forever
Every single day
I will
right now
I'm a hammer somewhere that I need me three banks
Off of music, I'm makin' this shit in my sleep
Runnin', runnin', runnin', I go
Runnin',
than we are.
and I been waitin' on you to say the word,
so if we're makin' our moves let me make mine first.
I can tell that you're ready, and baby so
my crutch?
Holdin' me up, helpin' me out
Makin' sure that I stay in touch
Where do I sleep, who do I turn to?
When I be low on my cash
Who am
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
hood and regulate it
Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the .45th smoke
Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow,
Baby I want you to come with me
Smoking the tree
I can go get some company
Maybe two by the three
I keep to myself I don't share what I get
Keep
walkin by smellin like a pound of green
Im chasin money like in posed to
Only niggas hatin is them broke fools
Same niggas that aint makin no moves
Watchin
not gon crash i’m like an insomniac
Why you mad, just told you that i’ll be back
Guap is fast, on track to lots of cash
Drop and dash, dont know where
had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me
One day I was hustlin', makin' money
Nigga caught me slippin' on that one way
Point blank
Every day I'm makin' cash
Tryin' to figure out another way
To make them haters mad!
I laugh at you niggas! (Ha ha ha ha ha) and
When I pull them cars up
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
paper (facts)
'Cause when I had my daughter, yo, that was a wake up (facts)
529B for my lil' baby, Indigo Rain
Already six figures in her name, shit
I’m too fast u to slow
I get cash I get dough
Got 2 traps an 2 phones
Got 2 straps I’m 2 gone
We gettin straight money
We gettin straight
deal
And now they makin money, doin what they love for real
Limosines, fast cash, and autographs
Groupie hoes after every show be workin the staff
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