Lyrics:
(James Brown sample) "This is a Man's World!"
Verse 1:
Lies and rumors, money and hoes
it's the World that I'm attached to, the World that I know
to head to the club spend some some money on the pipe
X got me heasy, still looking pretty
Put fasacci shades on when that bitch hit me
Loving is out
my gross (gross)
You out your mind, if you ain't mind makin (mind makin)
'Cause I ain't got the time for time takin (time takin)
Money doesn't grow
Of mind corruption
And rhyme seduction
I steal and fill brains
With game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs
And what that hoe brang
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
[Styles P]
Ghost in the Machine!
This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
Feel this motherfuckin movie
Parts
decorated, she's the one
Heard 'em say it, see me celebrate
I pop shit when it's necessary, not for nothin'
I use clips for them big beefs
See me bustin',
it, I beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga
The world ain't big enough for both of us
Lagos campaigning shining teeth for any invoice
I've stopped judging success by the kind of money I make
Or the house that I build or the rents that I pay
the matrix
Tell Mo Hoes To Come Thru
Kick It Like Its Kung Fu
Extra On The Duck Sauce
We be on that fly shit
Watch Me hop on yo song
Then I Make It My Shit
a pimp like Dolomite
I charge five G's to hold a mic
if it aint no drank I dont hold a Sprite
after I do this I got mo' to write
I'm a stay Sucka Free
wagon, knowin' fellas be flaggin' & frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear, & hair dope &
Some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her and get open
And give
time
We about to hit the club already
Nigga been drinkin turn already
Live life have fun
Tryna get rich money goes money comes
Hit the bar what you
nigga
My niggas tryna break the bank
Weighing money
Tired of weighing cocaine
I was raised by the hustlers
Raised in the dope game
In the back of a six
Steady hustle ye
Day by day
Na money be love yeee
Mo n fo loke lor
Buy my baby Gucci
Buy her Prada
Shawty say she no come for the raba
If you no get
always out here big vibin
As long as niggas getting money, Ima get mine in
Don't hate a nigga getting money, you should get like em'
Try to learn from em,
benson
Shotigbo p'olose longbowo dating
We getting money
Maga don run the pay (Pay)
Me i don't dull the game
Let's run transaction of big bag
Nwanne we're
It's that big drip
Aye, aye, aye
M.A what up (Zombie on the track)
Yeah (Whoa, sheesh, sheesh)
Solo dolo in the studio with it (LPC)
Gang gang with
ain't gettin' better, then you snooze you lose
Your ego too big, there ain't no room for you
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
See, its either that, or they
Marilyn)
Doja, indo, she on the dro (You lose control)
You lose control
I take a walk outside and its hard to dodge the lies (The lies)
Airplanes goin by
I use to run all the money up
Never really gave a fuck
Slang rocks like a Tonka truck
Took awhile just to level up
Now it's money flowing
Champagne
ain't the dude that you knew way from before
Now the money calling we just getting started we gonn break the building grip the bag And Get to balling
Covered In Money
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeah
Yea
Ha
Punkin
What up big bro
Free my cousin slo mo
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up turn up
Whoo
My mamacita
sponsored by Coco
Tryna cop me, but I ain't talkin' no robo
Car fast like my senses on slow-mo
That mean I'm stuck, catch a clue
All I need is the blue bucks
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