Lyrics:
the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D
Three for the cutie with the big D with money
You got it goin' on honey
Now we'd just like to know how low can
pop-pa]
To the honeys gettin' money playin niggas like dummies..uh
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot
pop-pa]
To the honeys gettin' money playin niggas like dummies..uh
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot
your money
If you cheat on me, I’ll cheat right back
Won’t sit around, ain’t got time for that
I ain’t no stand-by-your-man kinda lady; won’t play
of beer that's sweeter than honey,
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet,
Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet
Like
shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back like a tax return
We get money, hold money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no
Lady, you ain't gonna pay me
Why you got me working so hard
If you ain't gonna show me the money
Why did you employ me, honey
Never meant to bring
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
to say...
(Time is tight, we got things to do. Let's go get this money.)
[Verse 2]
Now don't get me wrong.
I hope I didn't lead you on...
With everything
rocking
Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly
Money making, really there's a ribbon in the sky
For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the fiction
nkwene tiefi kraa yɛde yɛ biogas
Ɛdwom wei nkɔ ma mo a mo feel’ie sarkodie no flow
Yankopɔn ne disciples me medea ne mo oo
Wei yɛ by the way me tɔn asaase
a honey bun
Fat nigga thought I stole the food
It was a bag of rocks
Nigga thought I gave him a, b-bitch
It was a boogie box
Rob a nigga out his lunch money
don't be tryna make no money
You know that's the motive
You know money is the motive
Bout a bag, then you know i’m widdit
You know money is the motive
Do
name was Bunny
Said I was the only man who ever called her honey
Everythin' I did to her was funny
I macked on bunny and I took her money
Eight
crashing always two by two
I don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground
I don't wanna work in
the shop up
Okay, play me, it'll be your day
Me, pussy, me, no way
And every day I'm focused on that money
Boy, I'm getting paid
Am I really wrong if I'm
Verse 1:
More come and roll wit me if you use to the old things
you true to gucci belt
the pradas wit no strings
The chicken wings ???? like you fryin
Who got the money in his hand
Who got any of that bread
By bein' the slow in the head
The easier it looks
The hotter it hooks
There ain't no such
Who got the money in his hand
Who got any of that bread
By bein' the slow in the head
The easier it looks
The hotter it hooks
There ain't no such
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there,
freak, her name was Bunny
Said I was the only man who ever called her honey
Everythin' I did to her was funny
I macked on bunny and I took her money
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