Lyrics:
its two of me
And it ain't two of me
So bitch you think he through wit me
Bitch please
I'm counting his money fluently
Every where I go they noticing
little honey tryna get me fixed
The way that I put them through the test
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Two gyal, two gun
Two phone, don't run, ayy, yeah
No
need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny
If size were money honey, you
trappin' in the studio
We makin' bangers, them haters upset
'Cause I can't give two fucks 'bout no ho
She won't get that dough
She won't get this money
[Outro]
Sag dem Booker, will mein Cash in Zwannis,
Fahr durch Deutschland mach money,
Schuhe von Nike beat von honey
Uh-huh-honey//
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[hook]
2
Grinding Hustle real hard for the money
While they party all night acting funny
Like Jax imma Playboy no Bunny
My future is bright looking Sunny
Don't doubt
of beer that's sweeter than honey,
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet,
Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet
Like
the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parlay
But I turn the wheel
And I skirt off the road
I been good good honey
Teddy bear sugar money
Baby daddy can't speak his mind
I'm not what he was
balance
You get the money u no get the wallet
You get the wallet u no get the honey
getting money
Coat my joints with honey (Sticky icky)
I been here too long, fuck yo up
And coming (Up and coming
I just popped a gummy
Damn that shit taste
lie, no be joke, na you be my honey,
With you by my side, I feel like I get money.
(Chorus)
Love nwantiti, na the sweetest thing,
With you, my baby, I
People runnin' on empty
Rock the sympte
Outside two thousand and one
Other side of the sun
Running, here we go tumblin'
Few solutions, honey
wrinkles and my hairline while receding
Honey beeps me 911 the love bone's needed
Fuck it, I'm out...
Chorus (x2)
Yo, check it out, turned the corner
She a thot tryna see what her honey do
Money coming in baby i never lose
On the net got him thinking he bulletproof
Do no talking if it’s not about
balls cutthroat
With gangstas cross if you here to one time
Ain't no flossing, but if you pimp the bitch and stack the grits
She make em good money
I got few things
But if you need a dollar bill in your blue jeans
Imma throw it to you honey like I'm drew brees
I'm just happy that my crib got 2
hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby
Damn BT
Hmm, hey, uh, hey, hmm
You were not lying, it, it dead ass was just, was two hours (hmm, uhh, hmm)
Hmm, hmm
Pull up, no
Pull up, no (yeah)
your Johnson
Honey dips, money grips
I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you can't understand)
So,
the silent treatment already ain't no siree
I'm taking on the role of a heel or the heavy
Bout to make a flick in which yo protag gets taken out by me,
Try me,
to
Shit, huh, huh
In the fire I reside like the money do
Niggas'll try wearin' wires at the rendez-vous
Don't nothin', kill niggas like needin' money do
to naughty by nature so why
Can words twist given no sight to the blind
Two stands for victorious might behave
I'm never obsolete but at times up early
you fly
It ain't the money or the diamond rings
Honey I ain't impressed with your material things
It's the way that you love me
It's just
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