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flyers in the mail, say they want the money right now. 

So I’m punching in numbers on the calculator, Hell I might pay now, might pay later. 

Cause my

flyers in the mail, say they want the money right now. 

So I’m punching in numbers on the calculator, Hell I might pay now, might pay later. 

Cause my

all
These hoes gon' bow down you dig?

Yeah, yeah, so much money
I can't even count it
Yeah, niggas by my side gon' shoot you
Know they 'bout it
Yeah,

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

never going broke long
My trap stay jumping
I ain't running out of work cause
My plug keep it coming
I ain't worried bout yall
Ima keep getting money
Ima

Money
Money
Money
She’ll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
If I go kill me a nigga will I get into heaven
Long as I pay my

up in the cardigan
Imma buy you one thing, don't ask for my card again
Money make the world spin, get it by the hour
Pussy is a currency, who got pussy

I've been grindin' my whole life, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
I've been grindin' my whole life, nigga (know what I'm talkin' bout)
I've been

get money money
Live by the currency die by the currency
By any meant them afy get money
Like back in a the days we use to take money money
Now my

up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts

sweatin'
Me all the time i'm caught in a bind
Quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and
Dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over

My money, money, money

Oh money you my honey

My money, money, money

Oh money you my honey

My money, money, money, my bitch is my money

Oh money

up
I pull up
I'm pulling up
I dont give a fuck bout "my money tall"
Maybe Im pulling bipolar cash
I'm always rising up
Oh
Shit, I'm popping shit with

So Much Money

Juicy J

Rubbaband Business

2010

through so much money that I need three hands to count it

I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it

true
Cause a tí worth it, yeah a tí worth
Boy I need a tí by my side
Don't know what I must do to make a tí mine
I haven't even met a tí but my love's

take a trip up north visit Rucker, mane
Cause none these n*ggas ‘bout it dawg
They pump fakers, straight bluffers, yea


Put on a mask for the money bag

bout that (Shit I'm bout that)
Fast money fast cars? yeah I'm bout that
All my niggas on the same shit, yeah we bout that

Yeah yeah mhen I'm bout that

they calling me "money man"
I really ain't tripping as long as you niggas don't go by my government
My time is money and I don't have time to speak on no

[Intro:]
Uh
Got 'em swaggin' daddy
Haha

[Hook x2: Lil' Scrappy (Girl)]
(Hey nigga whatcha hood like?)
My money comes, money goes
But it's alright,

you, dreamin' bout you ohh
I'm dreamin' bout you, dreamin' bout you, dreamin' bout you
I'm dreamin'

You've been all up on my mental
Running through my

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I- don't know bout them, nah
Don't know bout them, nah
But over here we getting money man 
Over here we getting money man 

I-

be Given by my old man
Money stash in the house
But im living in the jam
Time to feed the passion
But I wanna feed my fam
This money ain't the paper

'bout Ranger Rovers diamond rings
Big 'ol houses all kinda things

Money always stacking killer with some tactics
Stacking all this cash up in my fucking

Cause all my money enough for it
And then I be really sure bout it
Money talks, money talks (Hey)
Money talks, money talks (Wuu, hey)
I ain't talking