Lyrics:
Ooh! Ooh!
You bitch! (you bitch!)
I told yo' ass that shit won't gone last forever
Ooh! Ooh!
All them fuckin gimmicks and bite motherfuckers
You
by
Like 35 and spect
I just honk honk they said I'd die
Or strike out
They threw a Nigga a low blow
I told my momma to hold on
She won't struggle no mo
yo
Mans boy you cap fasho
Boy you cap fosho
That's why I went and bought this cartier
Its too much money on my mind
I don't got time to play
I went
M.A.) young M.A. with the flow bro
Money low low, I keep it dolo (dolo)
Yo Yago where them hoes bro (them hoes bro)
How you bring me out if there ain't
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
to see me feedin my belly,
they want to see me walkin on my ass with no (money?)
[Verse Two]
Really don't even need this
everybody tryin to get a piece
how u filt u let hate'n stop yo grind
homie (fa real) D.A. bullshit
(fuck'em) want me with time homie
(time homie) sit'n lonely n a cell hear'n
[Verse:]
Nobody get money quite like I can
Couple shows couple million like the bank in my hand
Couple cars couple women boy you can't understand
How
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a rat by her tail
Don't ask what I'm smokin' on 'cause that shit ain't for sale
I can't trip off a basic bitch, 'cause I
show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
Queens rock fatigue all weather
Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather
Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better
We blow cheddar, au four feta
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
to shine, sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking
them down I'm captivatin'
Living this life it has to go down
Ridin' around to push and the pound
Any mo?
Smokin the dro
Wallet with money is shakin' with
In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
Yo, once the Mo start drippin
Hoes start trippin
Tell em my name Boo
You know we all hittin
But look mami
I got 3 drinks in me stuck
And I aint
there's a rally and it's swinging
Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over, and now
botlhoko
(ichu-ichu, ichu-ichu, ichu) Wa nthonkgela (yeah!)
Madibuseng, got everybody in Mafikeng
Ba o bua ba re you changed
How yo making money, how you
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These n----s trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
Grain grippin'
Lean sippin'
Money flippin'
We dippin'
These niggas trippin'
Like Eddie Griffin
Dunk on head
Scottie Pippen
Talk to the feds
No mo livin'
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