Lyrics:
fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
Give it to my ho she gon' bring back mo'
Not
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
It’s your Boy Skiddy T... LUNA!
Verse 1-
Girl me I know say
All you want na money (mo mó)
And me I wan to dey
Touch your body
If I touch your body
Intro/Chorus: The Lox
Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't
of ‘em
Listen, all these empty conversations - yeah - I'm sick of ‘em
I'an got time - baby - time cost money
Locked on the grind - baby - I need mo
God dey by my side
Ra ra ra ra ra ra
Won le le won o le ba o
Omo ologo 4g won o le ba
Anytime from now mo le gbe ja o
My music is so hot won o le ba o
on the phone making snaps
You on the pole chasing racks
I'm throwing money by the packs
Your fingers hurt from counting stacks
So let me know if you could make
shake it
And i want to spend all my money money money money money
Mo ma t'ori e je gbese je gbese
The thing wey you carry na overload, take it slow, oya
from a distance
Niggas fake
Don't need your assistance
Getting cake
Wit out yo permission
Ain't no wait
Cus I'm on a mission
Get mo money by the day
Get
mo' money
Than a sucker could ever spend,
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go
Ho-tel,
money jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Dominee, money jumping out da gym, gone
By the jail stretchy landings, how I does it
the stiff hoes out the game
Blow the whistle
I only fuck with money makers, the hustlers
Bitches who know how to get motherfuckers
You tryin hard, you put
Parlay, come around my way
Lay keep it real
Keep it real
Peace be still, time after time, can't forget that money
Man, that money, man
Mo' money be on mind,
watchin da cake as it flow
So many niggaz competing, talkin like dey makin it mo
Sooo, man what da fuck is u makin it fo
U ain't makin it fuh me, so take
Claiming the ladder, I Got The Status ' They wouldn't matter in a field like I'm at
it Sleep on the floor, I had dreams like Aladdin
By myself and I
mo laye mi o ah
Aiye mi o enemy eje kin jaye mi o ah ah
Aiye mi o emi gan gan mo laye mi o yeh yeh
Aiye mi o enemy eje kin jaye mi o ah
Why you dey
ponmi sapere
Mo nack suit mo knot tie
Sugbon akube mofi se itele
Mole razz but mi o relax
Son of a bitch that has a dream
Ti ba gbe s.k mi senu
bluebonic, chronic
I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it
I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money
Europe paid me eighty G's for a hour
bluebonic, chronic
I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it
I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money
Europe paid me eighty G's for a hour
you.. Sakin ay pwede kang sumakay, I dont lie kita mo saking eye, Bubble-butt sakin mo yan i-grind, Hassle but you're still here by my side. Kung magkita
up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up
So I can gather ma thoughts
(lets get high) Mo money mo problems
They say that's how it is when
You better get ready for a big surprise
You think its almost over
But it's only on the rise
Mental message by visual contact
Louder than any other
girl
you know
ey pimp
t-keezy
it's yo turn pimp
[TQ]
up in the club
sippin on mo
got my hands up
chokin on dro
all of my thugs
freakin on the floor
get
I got it little nigga
Im holding
Im rolling mayne
I dont want to go to sleep no mo
So hungry for the money ill eat your dough
Fuck nigga bet not come
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