Lyrics:
God damn I been up all night counting money
Bitch I never bust a move without my fucking [?]
If I fuck you two times, bitch that mean we mobbin
If
melodies?
Dipping and dodgin' all this jealousy,
Gettin' to this paper like I was Michael Fray in the seventies,
And I got youngins that's tryin' to catch
a shotta, ayy (Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
I told lil' mama, "Bitch, it's our time," ayy (our time)
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy (Wi-Fi)
We
Busters got housed
I whupped my self esteem
Talkin' 'bout man, or a mouse
First of all, the green ones quick
His sister is faster
Clogged up my tub, just
on your soul
So I can't kick it lil mama
Cuz see I'm really tryna score
And it get messy like soccer
But see I'm all about my goals
Gettin followed
She said
Had her feeling like she was a lame ass bitch
She didn't sign up for this
All of the pain that I caused her
Got her wishing the roles
Really got me zonin'
Road runnin' all night, be back by the mornin'
I ain't fuckin with no henn, yeah Patron what I'm pourin'
I ain't fuck that hoe, yeah
went down the wrong road and got popped like a tire
I hit it off in the club I need a driver
Switching locations I need new attire
Im pulling all
it, I'm livin' them off
She got a face and her lil' body's pretty, I'm tryna fuck her
I told her, what's up, bein' five
Yea, Run in your crib, Promise
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
G-Unit!!
Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch
Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker
I can't kick it, shit I got hits comin (Shit, I got hits comin')
Ain't touched the bitch the past 10 minutes (Aye, ay, ay)
Small Vic, all star drip,
it, you got it
But when my block starts to G
A stampede startin'
[Chorus:]
Lil Mama get it poppin', put in work (I put in work) [x3]
Lil Mama
Money
Just got printed
Still blood on it
Bitches they'll lie for it
Niggas they'll die for it
Ain't nothing but a lil blood Money
Just got printed
Still
lets runway. Anyways all day by the
Way I gots to leave in a rush a quit nut don't you fuss all I did
Was just fuck.
[Thanks to gothicrocker for
keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
I got 'em drove
Yeah I'm talking bout real mad but won't address me lil hoe
I
talk to a cop?
They nod they head, all my music gon' knock
I'm rockin' Christian while hangin' with ahks
Wipe his lil' nose like a tissue and snot
My
Ruthless, wild, I treat duppys like puppy chow
Armed and deadly, I'm Wayne Gretzky, I'm skating now
Evade the town, they hating now, fading in and fading out
do the most with them comments
Havin all my niggas laughin so I suggest you stop it (Stop it)
I like clout but ion really like attention (Lil bitch!)
chase-we catch-we, kill, I don't know but I think, lil' boy Caught a
Body, lost his best friend, no he ain't slide back slide back, lil'jitt got locked up,
a lil' jit (ugh)
Ok ok yea yea, I got VS diamonds, we don't do no S-I (nuh uh uhh)
Walkin' wit a bankroll (bankroll) when I'm out in Bed-Stuy (yea)
Shoot
like to flass,
And I aint gone lie about the girls I tossed,
Better ask your lil' man where his dough went,
Needed mo' rent, we got bent,
You know da
fraudulent
Like Bruce Wayne
With mood swings
Sometimes I do thangs'
That seem strange
Forgive me
I would leave all of the mag' empty
If I got a feeling that
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