Lyrics:
and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout
Is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger
I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin'
through the store
Will I grow old and have a beard like Dumbledore?
But that's the kinda shit you find me praying to my Lord
So I can carry on and live my
the garden path
To a place where money grows on trees
Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease
There's only one mountain in the rock
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
Chains rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this
I want to get some money
I want to get some money
I want to make some money
I want to make some money
Make some money get these hundreds I'mma go
Flip funk in the UK pass the ill fill
And I can feel all the Flava
Kicking from the UA- US neighbour
Kick all the Flava
Do the Mack do, what you
you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
of
Person that makes money
The last kind of luck is
The weirdest heart is kind
But that's what we want to talk about which
Is where you build a unique
'm surprised more of y'all don't get hit by cars
Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars
I'm lonely without a woman that wants to spar
That's why I spent
In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
quesadillas
I don't let it be I ain't from the Beatles
Love is nothing from me
You know what the real is
Money and the power
If love is pain I'm paying
My pen
want a big ol bag
Pull up in the drop top
Hop out
Niggas like "Who is that" (who tf is that)
I just want the money
I just want the money
I just want
I gotta lotta dough
Cause getting money all a nigga know
Ima professional money getta
Ima professional money getta
They ask me what I do
I keep they
And shit I came with Oz
That's a zip in the stash
We're doing big numbers on this side
Broke the scoreboard
Run it up
Talking four-by-four
Three, two, one
that the Lord has made
By going out here everyday and getting paid
I be on the hunt for that money huh
I get what I want with that money huh
I be
best to behave
I'm seven dollars a record makin heftier pay
Can you realize platinum artist buck by buck, is that what you say?
200 thousand sold
money coming in so I can spend it all
Cant be fuckin w the broke, not at all
What you want lil homie what u want
Lead u to the lake so now u gotta get
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
What's the key to life?
Only time could tell how the clock tick
I
bitch in the car pourin' drink (Drink)
Took her to the trap, first date (On God)
It ain't about money, bitch, wait (On God)
I don't want that love if it's
as if I care
I don't even grimace when I get white hair
I don't ever want to be in bed by nine
In a job that I hate but pretend I'm fine
When I wake up,
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