Lyrics:
Stack up twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab.
With a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.'
She move around like a wave
every minute
And you're the ticket
I want to be the kid in the candy store
With a new twenty dollar bill
Want to walk in the sand holdin' your hand
Xans (ah, ah)
'Quiped with lasers on my hands, I got bags of cash (racks)
Harriet Tubman twenty-dollar bills in the stash (oh-oh)
I been ballin' like
the twenty dollar bills passed through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
Recruiting
I ask my baby for a nickel
She gave me a twenty dollar bill
I ask her for a drink of whiskey
And she gave me a liquor still
Whoa, yeah yeah yeah
me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills
I set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine
there
He took my twenty-dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
Got two reasons why I cry
away each lonely night
First one's named sweet Ann
right
You can call it profit
You can call it lost
If he gets that train back to Baltimore
Twenty-thousand in counterfeit fifty dollar bills
can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with
a twenty dollar bill, get your hands up!
You got a ten dollar bill, get your hands up!
Single ladies, I can't hear ya!
Single ladies, make noise!
Single
BASS DROP
OH OH OH OH OH…..
You got 100 dollar bill put yo' hands up
You got a 50 dollar bill put yo' hands up
You got a 20 dollar bill put yo' hands
in the hill
Knew these honky-tonk blow up back in Nashville
Magic City Monday, throwin' twenty dollar bills
Every hole in the wall
Gon' be
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
you tryin' to do
With my twenty dollar bills,
And you can keep the change
All you gotta do is get down in my range
If you're gonna ask me am I
girl?
What are you tryin' to do?
With my last twenty-dollar bills
And you can keep the change
All you gotta do is get down in my range
If you're gonna
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
never will
But I got a buck that says
His twenties and his hundred dollar bills
Ain't gonna satisfy you forever
They can only buy so much
I ain't got his
enough split my gut,
Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut,
But I'll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town,
When I hit
for twenty dollar bill
If you're ever feelin' lonesome man you want to find someone who feels the same
She's on the back side of Dallas where every
Atms for a twenty-dollar bill
Knife, a pan, an empty can
Hallway bulbs and peepholes covered up
By the time you read this, it will be too late
By
you trying to do
With my twenty dollar bills, and you can keep the change
All you gotta do is get down in my range
If you're gonna ask me am I gonna
dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in,
Park Hill, Stapleton politic
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean
[Ghostface]
To the year
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