Lyrics:
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
make it rich like money
Get ya body ready make it sweet like honey
Get ya body ready make it rich like money
(Get your body baby)
Come follow me
Come
I don't even know why you tried to play me honey
Now I'm down with Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money
(Word, now you wild females know how G
Just according to my brother
I should keep going harder
To the top without a ladder
With the rabbas I dey gather
Like bro
No money no honey
You gats
money, and a lot of it
In big bills, 'cause money right here make this whole world spin
Say you went on a gin, 'cause honey go home with strange men
Dance
money, and a lot of it
In big bills, 'cause money right here make this whole world spin
Say you went on a gin, 'cause honey go home with strange men
Dance
to divorce me B
Come on I ain't no dummy
Can't bull-shit a bull-shitter honey
That ain't funny
Don't fall in love with your lust
That's not money
No need
betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me
We
(What else?), then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew, boo? Yeah, it's only a few of us (true)
You gettin' money, honey? That'll make two of us (woo)
by side
I ain't in it for the money honey
they drilled a hole right through my mind
drilled a hole right through my mind
Science is just a pack
One ache, two steps, no shame
naked, cheesecake, on tape
All fit, don't need no breaks
I can see Kelis told you to let the milk shake and
I can
a couple bones
It's niggas that don't have legs
Running to the money
On my last breath
Come on
Shooters caught up
With your honey
On her last shift
At least
tennis on my bullets now they runnin' y'all way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say ya
a Gucci link
All the pretty girls wink and I tell em, "You stink!"
Yes, I act so conceited cause I'm a full-breeded
Money-makin, not Jamaican, and no way
You hollering and ballering without a dam thing giving
I'm rolling with thugs in the v thugs on dubs and no love
If you don't get money like a scrub if
Call it high tide
Pick her up drop her off
Call it drive by
You two legs
You can watch a nigga fly by
Tony hawk
On the iPhone
Cuz you know I ride
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
[Repeat: x2]
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
[Stlyes]
Can't
to
I've already planned for your every move
So by the time you went and you switched on me I already knew
That guy was never as hard as I
No matter how
Check this out.
[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey cream silk and milk
We make that big bank
having
I smoke out the pack ain't no 3.5
Backwood big as a bee hive
He just a trick I don't treat guys
They tryna get by nigga we high
He say he like how
(Tilla)
Smokin on purps like colour
Real nigga pie nigga waddup?
Fuckboy looking 2 stripes on the come up
Been on the run up; fuck a bad bitch with
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
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