Lyrics:
else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's
to find it, the only ones who lack are the simple minded)
Money (this is for the monetary gai n niggas getting into power by using their brain)
Power
I walk
to the eye of my fiancée
But I don't know if it's because my shorty such a fan
Or did she realize in that moment, I'm the motherfuckin' man (talk to 'em)
ima get by with the money that i make
All this niggas on me
They keep Calling out my name
You could me my bro
And still snitch on me the same
Bring it
so I had to do it to em nam’sayin)
Turn me up then
Yo M-Press put this s**t up man... let’s get it, Uh huh
The money don’t make a difference when you
conmen I'm weighing out the pros
Toolie on me like I work at Lowes
Quick to speak when they don't even know
And it really shows
Sayin I ain't gettin money
I want digits
Man I want cheques
Aim high when they say
There's no chance
Let's buy land and build the brand
Fuck a friendship
Let's be partners
Don't
yeah
Even if I don't make money I'll praise Him
Even if I don't get rich I'll praise Him
Even if I don't get cured I'll praise Him
His love for me way
of this bed I made so I lay
'Bout this bread, I don't play
Goin' through hell, tryna make it
Not even heaven could stand in my way
Niggas talkin'
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
life's worth, this money is twice than
You grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for
and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon
shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin' shit straight
I got skills and I'm hard to kill,
to make the money
I no dey do Seyi Law for here so don't ever think it is funny hahaha
Omo gutter to wor Gucci
I make peace ion do shit
When your mates
shit how I wanna
You up off shrooms who put you on them
I smoke the strongest marijuana
Be by myself cause im a loner
But all my money come with commas
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
TVs and AMGs for the six
Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
I don't know what you heard about me
flex motherfuckers ain’t wanna see my hustle grow legs like the running man don’t get me upset yo bitch is a mess I ran this shit for seven summers man
Gotta make the money
Don't let it make you
Break through the industry
Don't let it break you
Take it to them haters
Don't let 'em take you
Away from your
to think about how you would act when a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say, "What's up?" To me
Okay, so now you wanna make
on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you
on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you
Everybody ask people want to know
How I make the bread how I get the dough
Playing in the game still don't get controlled
See the same fork split
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