Lyrics:
started to singin', "I love you!"
Tellin' me things she wanted to do
If I needed some money come to her
Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth
you all around me can you say
Please can you tell me why
Love is always close to money
Love always hard to find
Uh it's hard for me to live yeah
Uh It's
think I need a hospital
I want them to love me like they love Pac
I hope I don't get shot but give me five shots of Ciroc
And tell a mama make that ass
Cash money nigga ion fuck wit visa
Got it on me nigga know I keep a heater
Gud Mud Homie mix it by the liter
Double cup a put u in the sleeper
Street
too
My money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
Briefly, crackers observe
You got the undercovers
Niggas just love us, we
the flame, I'm mother fucking Gorgeous, woah
As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint
love me I'm Big Poppa
My OG told me this new era he can't stand it
He's a hustler used to live by those crack commandments
Upstanding these days he
money and stay out the way, they still intervene
Nigga be cappin', cappin' down, I'm runnin' shit, I don't need no crown
Nigga be crumped by they hoe,
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
(yeah, yeah)
Kick it for a while but you know I can't stay
I can tell you want me by the look in your eyes
I can see the love dripping off of your
Kola Rock:
I'm listenin' to Loni Listen Smith
Loni Listen
Loni Smith and Loni Lin
They sorta share a common sense
And if you spend enough time
caught
Money on my mind, yeah
All that I can think of
Dollar sign my eyes, yeah
Blinded by my greed, uh
(See I)
Intro!!
Adim otuucally made
Smith
Krissboy bad man ever
Ekwe
Davidson man of the moment
Greeee rahhhhh
(Chrous by lordsmith)
Ray diary
No zuzu make
on purpose
I-G-G-Y, did she just have to do it baby
Ride with me, fly livin', there ain't nothin' to it
Now my waist slim, ass fat you gotta have it
Get my
me, wishing me well
Don't really trust nobody, all alone by myself
Why the fuck you be lying to me
All these bitches I can't get 'em off of my back,
pressin'
It only take one second
I love my Smith & Wesson
I love my Smith & Wesson boom!
Brand new glizzy but it's filthy
Pour a four in the Sprite, turn it
Add it up, add it up again, make sure the price right
I was always on that hardwood, balling hard like Mike
And brodie got that brand new Smith
favorite color blue
Fine lil broad in D.C. and she wanna see me
Pull up, “what it do slim”
Got some twinie, twin, twins in New York, and they both love
horizon getting brighter by tha view
Look at you
You pout and stew
Cuz I do what you wish to do
But this ain’t new to me this year sixteen
A veteran before
She really wining wine it crazy
Her hips swerve like CLS Mercedes
Oh girl i Love the way you wine
But you can never tame me
And you a good body gyal
You
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