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He's the police nigga, talkin' bout some murders
Why the fuck y'all keep on trolling
I sent a band just to get him

get a check

Show that fake love, man, that shit make me sick
Never talkin' money, always bout a bitch
Never wanna get it, always tryna sit
Call me

of me Till you see it for yourself
I'ma ask for anything Can you keep me in your prayers
yeah keep me in'em
yeah keep me in it
yeah bitch I'm like top 3

spent a M

Don't ask me 'bout nobody you ain't seen me with
Don't do my song, you can't get no clearances
I need twenty K this summer for appearances

Niggas said they gettin money, need to knock it off.
Always talking 'bout a win , only take a loss
Yea I got what it cost, to be my own boss
Everyday

When I wake up 
And I can't tell
Who really with me and who ain't
But I can't do this shit myself 
Nah I can't do this on my own 
But I can't ask no one

I give you is for free
Love don't cost a thing; indeed
Cause even without money you're falling in love with me
That’s real

CHORUS
Just be proud

Class Of Deja

D Double E

Class of Deja

2019

Ooh-ooh
Dirty-ty
That's me, me
Bidi-bubup

Dem ah pree me, I can see angles
Get money, get snakes by your ankles
Any cobras can get handled

to hit my phone
Boy, he bold
I'm going up, don't make it fade
He said I'm cold, I said he right
Alyx like I bike
These niggas ask bout my money thought

Ye
Talkin bout me yeah i see right through them
Don't got an ego I'm used to losing
Gotta adjust emotions be ruthless

Nigga want favours
I'm just

you when im smoking reefer
But that don't mean that I don't care bout your feelings either
Ive been double crossed, stabbed out by some cheaters
Its

turn your auntie to a groupie
I might put "Yung Eli!" all over her boobies
This lil' bitty bitch in the crib tryna do me
Cause my money long man I feel

questioned it, why my dawg he had to go, he died
No respect for me, look me in my face and then you lie
You ask for this, complaining bout the shit and then

THE COURSE AND KEEP ON GOIN STRONG
TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL WHEN SHIT is goin wrong 

Tell me where I started this out 
I ain’t in it for the money NEVER chasin

It's ain't about the money-
Not the finer things or fancy cars-
Really bout the content of a woman's heart-

Ain't about the money-
Not the finer

dawg we a make money ina we owna league 
ask how me feel and me tell yuh supreme 
chain pan mi neck fulla carrot a freeze 
gyal get caught like a rat fi

he know he the best
If You play bout my money
I'm getting you stretched

Now they looking confused
And they wonder bout me
Cuz I'm living my life
Till

Money money trees 
They can buy everything 
Money money trees 
They can't build what's delete 
Money money trees 
I want all that for me 
Money money

Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
M3b3 me shy but guy I loose vim
Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
Before you love den take your loving
Hohooho
Fokoo bout you
Like den be God

Me and YOUNG SEED built it up from the bottom
Fore we was talking bout making them hits and now we bouta drop them
Fore we was talking bout making

to cash
Nigga test me I bet he don't pass
I know she gon' fuck so I don't gotta ask
Kill her shit break her back like some glass
Know I'm hard bitch I feel

More 2 a Song

DMX

...And Then There Was X

1999

Uhh, c'mon!

It's more to a song than, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga's life than, money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you, think

Come fwm I keep it real
If you ask me I do not switch
I'm staying humble
Love to hustle
If you don't like me you a b
I run it up, I keep it going
I'm

money don't hate me 
You just mad that you ain't me 

You still get paid by the hour 
Still playing games with yo hours
Now you all spicy and sour 
I