Lyrics:
tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch
all talking pop and lippy
Girls excited for what? And old ?facturated?
People got their brain washed and folks got manipulated
They start believing
This old house is a-tumbling down
The walls are gone but the roof is sound
The landlord's deaf, he can never be found
It's time to ring some
have mercy on a boy from down in the boondocks
But I need money, honey, give me money, honey
Money, honey, (I need enough) money, honey
I'll take it
The jolly old Belgian Congo
Went back to Geneva to get paid
Back there in Geneva
That's were the money grows
That's were the money grows
That's were the money
Ayy, money familiar this shit isn't new to me (shit isn't new to me)
I'm doin' it for the family, they doin' it for the jewelry
AP, and it's two
know
If my faces are pretty I've got an excuse
If I know what I want I've got something to loose
Well, the money's good
But I'm not amused
UUHWEE,
Mo money, mo problems
I'm sipping Moet out the bottle
I'm headed to the top from the bottom
Put on for my city I gotta
Big dream, whoa
Big
out here
Said I'm all alone
Said I'm all alone
Said I'm all alone
In this mean old town, won't you put me down?
My money's all gone
My money's
[Music: Mindner; Lyrics: Klauke]
[Verse 1:]
Six o'clock radio tells the morning news
Same old stories same old lies again
TV preachers selling
don't care
They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs
Here I am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
His face was lean
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
more?
Old man trouble, I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight, I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for
This old town is filled with sin
It will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
more?
Old man trouble, I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight, I got sweet dreams
I got my man
Who could ask for
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She ain't got no money and she's all dressed in rags
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks
of my hard earned funds
I take a hundred dollars, put it all in ones
And take it to the Shake Club, or hit the Elk's Lodge
With the old folk, let 'em
Well, I figure myself a mighty luck man with the simple few things I've got
There's money in the pockets of these old wore out jeans
I've got
I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe
Oh you even on a cloudy day
Well you on that old sea shore
Ah you when you're holding out your hand for more
Well you when you come around
Well you
Rob her old man, he had nothin', uh
Hollygrove, man, still bloodin', uh
Look at my eyes, they bleedin', uh
Look at your guys, they bleedin', uh
Never touched a pipe, made my money every night
'Til I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin' Benz
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin'
the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can't fuck a ho, I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save
you do the most, this shit's getting old, we both said enough
Went through this moment once when, my GPS broke
Don't know where to go
Every time
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