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Music
It's, it's not about money for me
Music is not Uhm something That can make me famous you Know
It's music
It's like food you know
You know it's

can't get no money if your shit ain't by the boatload
Never leave my brothers in the rain that's the bro code

Love me or hate me
Love me or hate me

I

hard coz I want it all
I'm Blinded by what I do this for
I don't care about a groupie hoe
If you ain't talking money you sound funny
I don't fuck around

confused, I'm in tune
Not for ya radio
Bust these in ya stereo
Waking niggas up
Like mass hysteriOH
Verses from my childhood
Got me out of the hood
Same

Ok.. casso...yea..phantom..
This a... this a la paragon beat by the way... ok hold up
I super-charged all my skills and i cant go back now
I got old

know man i go by the beam
A lot of you goofy a lot of y'all geeks
Just heard your shit it made me catch Zzz's
Runnnig these slaps do this shitin' my

light
Argue for a hour then ask her what to eat tonight
Just like Brandy, she just wanna be down
She like Hoop you hella sweet, I got cake by the pound
It

(I ain't doin no playin)
I can't love a bitch but I might for a minute
I ain't convinced know she lyin to a nigha
I'm all in the club gettin right with

Is girls
Is it weed
I been afflicted
By not one
Not two
But all three
It's the only way that I
Could get over you
Like monkey in the middle
Had keep

for the haters so it can last too
Soon I touch the ball I score
No light switch but I'm on
Carry these niggas w a u-haul
She ask who I am?
I'm above all

the winter
Eating crab legs for dinner
She done got her check up
She dont need nan nigga
Raw jit flossy bitch
Aint no flaw shit
Fuck that nigga once turn him

feet
Trap talk is what the fuck I mean
33 degrees still serving feins
Sweatpants or thermals I aint wearing jeans
Getting money schemes all in my jean

And they all act just like me (just like a nigga)
We worried bout that money, we ain't never talking lightly
I be speaking facts and its heavy (bitch)
Every

DON’T EVEN MAKE EM MONEY 

I’VE BEEN WITH THE GANG TYNA GET ALL THIS SHIT POPPIN’ 
TRYNA GET THE TRAPHOUSE JUMPIN’
NEVER BEEN THE TYPE TO GO OUT AND FISH

the halls
Graduated in the summer but I changed by the fall
Fell in love with the money and the rest ain't matter
My ex got mad but my pockets got fatter
I'm

a motherfucking veteran
By being in the rap field for too long
Leave my mark in order to win
Can't believe I wanted to quit
Treat the music like its my bitch
You

but to make it
Flavors when I smoke this gelato got me faded
All I want is more for this guap I'm dedicated
Sliding in a Foreign hella fast like I'm

Stop it
Tell me why she always be the topic
Now bitches I can not trust
She said I'm the only one
Money on my mind ain't got time for all this sucker

someone passing by to them

Sometimes they get all of my attention
but don't have the heart for affection
Sometimes they just need their dog walked
And I

advance my guy
At least make money from am
Now all of una look like clowns wtf
Too broke too con de beef
Too sick to con de drip
Another man cloth
So i rock

The megamix includes all original songs by hh&b in the following order:
Move - 0:00
Booty Bump - 0:14
Yellow Rice - 0:27
Yeah Yeah Yeah - 0:41
Island

like macaroni
I be fuckin shawty good got ha screaming holy matrimony
I hold ha by the waist
She get too slipping off the mattress on me
Clap it for me

Another day up in the life of this lil handsome young man
I finger roll up all of the bullshit in the trash can
Heavy on the "Where the fuck was you

The pussy lip pyramid-Brown bronze and golden
Tomb of the mummy womb of the mommy
Like this, swoon over honey
And If she was casino, he might just, loose all