Lyrics:
it rip
That bitch wanna take my pic
Big drip she lick my wrist
Smokin on gas no mid
Put three-hundred on my zip
Money on me make a bitch look curious
Becks (No)
I smut chicks cuz at this pimp game
May La Kid is undisputed like Snipes and Ving Rhames
The lead spark it, give you a head target
Walk up in
Tattoo's in pain
Price is the same
Talking 'bout money
Not for the fame
I want different honeys
A whole different range
Colorful babe
With a Rae in
No chance girl, I know that you iffy, mmm
All day blowin' hundreds and fifties
I got two bad girls and they say that they wit' me, mmm
I'm straight
money on a daily
Cuz, I'm fresh to death, that's why I'm driving all y'all crazy
Got a lotta money, spend it on my honeys, 'prolly why they love me
bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck,
honey mi a come down wit the bail money.
Mi alone have the combination to d safe and mi a go get Johnny Cochrane pon the case
Chorus:(Tanya)x2
Cause
make her feel like she that girl
I might give that bitch the world, times by two and make it plural
Huh, I had to live through the pain
While that bit
to duck my mama
Good weather good love good money
Barbecue sauce sweeter than honey
Good people good vibes no hating
One love
What’s cracking what’s shaking
you next time a nigga know who to creep wit
See its no longer funny now, Nigguz is hungry now
You don't believe in Harlem, Double up and get money now
dick
Time is money honey and lemme tell u now ain't nobody wastin' it
Ooh yeah, look at the drip
Huh yeah, let's take a trip
Soju let's take sip
it ain't no time to talk to me
Just cause you got you some clicks and views
Don't mean you got no money
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, okay
I wouldn't work
stand to look at myself sometimes I mean
I-I feel the guilt honey pass me some more of that tequila
I 'm just tryin' to forget dirty ol' me
Yeah just move
I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician.
Because(this aint no black mail) I don't want your money(this aint no blakmail), I don't
Carry me away inside a roofless lotus
By Saturn floating cause the boof I packed inside this little leaf
I smoked is super potent
I put the ciggys
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
Havana Joe, Polo, Girbaud
White tees by Calvin Klein
Footwork two for eighty-nine
Fishbowl watch the chevy slide
Twenty Fours everything buck inside
girls too fine
She no deh use njanga oil cus her body too shine
c must get that money To make her call me honey
Or baby baby or darling darling
Chai this
Sur l’daron j’dois mettre patek
Bust down son neck
Les bih chasin’ Fiji, Fiji chase the pack
Spend ma money dans des grosses fesses j’entends eprits
But I got debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now,
of life for fun - I'm playing to win
Scum fuck rat looking like Songwin
I'm tryna take her friend back to the Hampton Inn
I'm shipping the two of us like
get clapped
Go back rewind
It ain't about the money or the honeys no dimes
It's all about the music where u move it just fine
Let me see what I find
Let
eyes get knocked, no doubt
Next week he outside front, how he get out?
Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible]
Mexico for
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