Lyrics:
nigga, sip Cris all night so them R. Kelly hoes getting pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice
Young nigga cold like he sit on ice
Fuck
our back on him when
He need his boys for real
You done got dropped by everybody I know
Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO
That's neither here
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely
Got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties
'cause you
on the low money
Niggas hate but all the hoes wanna fuck me
I got money i got mo' money
Blow it by the O money
Mix tapes, over a hundred thousand sold money
embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggaz is hoes and all women ain't bitches
[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I
and I'm allergic to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard through the grapevine you
addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no'
I'm obsessed with dough, money makin' and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard through
every record that I've listened was the greatest
Influenced by ezey-e
Snoop d o double G
Logic, big, nas and Jay z
Tupac and nipsey
That's why young T is
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
(cup)
They tellin him pour it up (pour it up)
Money we rackin' it up (rackin' it up)
Jay and Tay we really stackin' it up
These niggas cappin' too much
the time to go and shoot
Swerve that Jag off the lot
I wanted cash, cars, money, clothes, bitches
With the diamonds and hoes
And she thought she hit
body stink smelling like a skunk
Money on the kitchen sink don't forget the gun baby
Stacking by the bundles now you know im not da one to play wit
Never
worried bout cash app dick you down till then taxes hit
I ain't worried bout nigga acting tuff actual stick
I ain't.Worried bout who standing by house until
Scrilla
Peso
Guda
Rand
Pounds
Money, Money, Money
Singing like the O'Jays
Crime pays old ways
Gotta get it every day
Scrilla coins I need scratch
Fetti
on the grind to get cash
Aye
It’s My Life can’t judge me cause Imma do what I like
It’s My Life, It’s My Life
Money, Hoes, Cars Clothes that’s What I like
It’s
eighteen
Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
If you said in your last time, (?)
And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet
You think not,
pockets swole (the money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
Geekin' off E, got a blick in the seat
It's gon' sing like the woman married to Jay-Z (go, go)
Three O's in the BOOO, don't you ever forget it (damn)
I
ain't no love for you hoes
Southside, you know we only rolling blue over grey
We on a mash for the cash, we on a mash for the cash
Houston Texas I
laugh still am the goat feeling like Jay Z
It's me and your girl nigga we bounce soon as they pay me
I check my accounts never announce precaution for
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