Lyrics:
the bank
Money market mutual funds, investments for my son
Expanding the team and gettin' it done
World champions shit, Los Angeles lyrics
Bitch don't act
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
I'm paranoid, holding on to sanity, life is full of mysteries,I can't avoid
Show me how it is to be whole in your company, I'm paranoid
You hear my
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without the companies
that invested in us and so they privatized everything,
everything in our country was owned by people
that had no connection
a dope fiend
But I'm smokin' in the alleyz
With these ghetto guns and erase my funds
Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus
and savings
Mutual funds, but I remember barely having ones
For real yall, George Washingtons
Had about five to get by for the whole week sometimes
Why, I
on mountains
Of strung and slaughtered trees
In a building made of trust funds
And a radiator breeze
With spiders crawling up your back
And oils filling every
need that Anita
Switch from the indica into sativa
They gonna follow me cause I'm the leader
Cant handle smoke then don't follow me
All of my company
At the company that I keep
And, well, I
Am done keeping you
Done keeping
You from light exposure
I was your shield
But that’s the old me
The old we
‘Cause you
ch:
financial groups interest in multinational corporations
includes profits from organised crime, hedge funds, drugs and guns
companies and products
for funds
Scraping up ones
Fuck it it's already done
And I'm not the nigga to run
In water I plunge
Proud of the man I've become
The liquor I sip got me
gotta make your own moves
(Aah)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
Bitch, it's Mr. Rosenberg
CEO of my own company
Call me
But it's not what it's cracked up to be
When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company
Underneath the surface, still a product
time with my family
Job climbing, ad spending, pattern of overworking
Crying while reflecting, low fee index fund investing
Playing video games with his
now they all under me
Five, six, the way I pop my shit she wanna fuck on me
Seven, eight, a hunnit bad bitches wanna keep me company
Nine, ten, I don't
he'd struck the proper place
"Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd
Why, to be in such good company would make a deacon
a red man
Who was the soldier of Company G who won high honors for extraordinary heroism in World War 1?
Sing Kee, a yellow man
Who was the leader
She said that she's down for me
And I could do with company
But I'm so closed I'm so closed heartbreaks
Got my heart so froze so froze
Could this one
switchin' up fast like Florida weather
Like nuetron, feelings neutral
Gotta blast 'til ya better
The search for love wasn't mutual
Still can't find me nothin'
avoiding wrecks,
Praying and moving on funds
Way I'm living, I just wanna work and get to them buns
Enjoy some fun, see the funny,
work the real and be
disgusted
Your judgement ain’t up for discussion
Gave the hood hope come from nun
Ran up a check and invested
Went Got me some money and stretched it
Mutual
the mud
I'd take laps 'round your ass
But I'm limited in funds
I'm a road runner
You Wile E. got a cold stunner
Can't hit what you can't see
I'm a rogue
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