Lyrics:
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
ever
Wan' start this shit
Man, I came from the bench
Now I'm startin' shit (yeah)
Man, these niggas don't ever
Wanna play with us (Uh)
Yeah, uh
(Uh) ,
of us always want more
All of us always chase lizz
(Chasing all this money bruh)
21 on my watch and I can’t get back
Money over sex, man i wanna get
shot by Cupid
Man man I'm the man
But ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands
With no wedding band or best man
Don't blame us for visions
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
we let the money relax us
They say everywhere dry I guess my pocket na cactus
Y'all were popping last year but now the level na cash crunch
I'm devoid
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
hops on top and she take control
This between us, she won't tell a soul
Our secret, it's how we keep it
Not everybody's business, who I sleep with
to our little plan
And fuck the money
Just keep my little man?
(By your side)
And show 'em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows it's going
But
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
Dracula fi frown (woii)
U.s again, Ben ah nuh mi friend
But me still a stack him up with Andrew and run dem
Man haffi dead fi man born
Ghetto yutes
the game that's what your mans sent up
Tried to get up on me that's what got your lil ass touched
So much money it look like we robbed us a brinks truck
All
stiff and twisted, man
A mother cried, only one way to fix it, man
How long 'fore the people in the street
Get tired of the evil, say, "Fuck that"?
money
Let's get to this money
These all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies
Just came back from South
By Southwest in Austin
All the white people telling
Me
imagination is a understatement
anything you can think of we could make it
big money hit records
watch us get reckless
we butt-naked, we never sexless
And when
on bikes nigga
Throwin bitches on flights nigga
They ain't know that they dykes nigga
'Til the money's out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that
grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting
human
The world watched and villafied the China man
Warned by Dr Wenliang
World blew a flute for a whistleblower
General falls to a missile blower act
hop purist
When I'm spendin' 50 thousand on Securus
At least it's a contradiction, you'll feel us
RIP to the homies but long live the killas
It's why I
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