Lyrics:
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
(I love rich niggas)
I'm a money makin' bitch and I could make some money wit' you (mwah)
And he always at the club but ain't never at the bank
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up
eish
The other day my son called me by my stage name
I thought it was funny it took a moment
For me to think about to understand what it means
My family
Mizzy, was it Mac?
And bro just went cunch
I bet he's tryna take the pack
Money and beef, on GG, I bet you get dipped by me
Everytime I talk 'bout
think the money is changin' my mood
Yeah
Rich nigga opinion
I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah
Deals flyin' all winter
And I get you slimed out by
Mother Money
Oh, I'm your religion - I'm your believe
I give you might and greed - I'm everything you need
I've stolen your love and your humanity
by four trucks pullin' up to the window
I roll the window down from the tint
When I send 'em
No sis, no seize
Good weed, gluten free
Back again,
that beatsta wit that big boii truck
(Yeah boii)
Ain't chu that one wit money stacked to that ceiling
(Yeah boii)
And it's a problem when I bring in
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all my peoples in
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all my peoples in
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (Yuh, if you want me)
If you want me (uh-huh), where's my dough? (Where's my dough?)
Give me money (gimme),
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
street skills,
Through Chicago just to fuck with kells,
Yeah, money by the bail,
Mailman nash said ya better cuff ya girl,
I can change your life,
runnin'
Your baby by your side told the whole world you're comin'
Work so hard to do what is right
Believed in what you're doin' but so many fights
gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (Yuh, if you want me)
If you want me (uh-huh), where's my dough? (Where's my dough?)
Give me money (gimme),
[Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
nigga prolly a drug dealer
She say that she love him, but never post his picture
Yeah, I could tell by the way that she twerk
She from 'round here I
Mu na gi ga no garri no garri no garri
Whether you want to get money get money get money
I'll stay with you if you'll stay with me stay with me stay
by all the fancy cutlery
They're just plain better than me
Old money,
Old money
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
She'd ... always be extremely rude
To the help
Money motivated me to go and get them
Commas you don’t want no problems
Bitch we finna solve of em
Bitch I’m on my dog shit
Bitch I’m on my boss
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