Lyrics:
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
defense
That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
a just a how you want to meet
(you know this judge, I don't want to meet, he's...)
Deep! (i swear he's as deep as the deep blue seas)
The boy is
)
Ass in la Perla, ears full of pearls (dirty money, dirty money)
Damn, dirty money know how to treat the girls (dirty money, dirty money)
Give
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes
and
Get you hit in ya face
Second half y'all owe me won't
Fit in the safe
Talkin' money to me is legit a mistake
My next crib I debate
"Should it be in
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
talk, about the way we dress
How 'bout them diamond grills? How 'bout they lookin' fresh?
I'm always smokin' good, I'm posted on the lot
A pocket full
lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look
lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look
North Carolina you know I'm sippin' on tequila (brain freeze)
Taught the whole team how to play Fuck the Dealer
Three guys on our team are all named James
what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a QB
Bitch
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
fiendin like a smoker
On my way to the mall, yo what's the plan I can't call it
He said, "How much ya got?" I'm pullin the lint out my wallet
I said,
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
lookin 4?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah, leave ya butt naked
(In the dark)
I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a young man
[Syleena Johnson:]
If, only you knew
How much I do
Do love you
Love you...
[Verse 1: Twista]
Tryin' to think about the way I wanna hold ya
Tryin'
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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