Lyrics:
Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it's
bitch oh yeah, she 'bout it bitch
Trafficking a lot of bricks
I'm like TI, don't have to buy a lot of clips
Bitch ass niggas mad
Love to talk a lot
paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah
I can't wear the shit you bitches wear because it's cheap to me
It's some money at my table,
night I ain't talkin' 'bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we ain't have a dime
At sixteen the school system dismissed him and wished him
roll harps, I roll Z's
Now I'm 'bout to run the streets, yeah
I chose to rap, I left the fiends
The money is my alarm, the money is my alarm, yeah
(Shout it)
They know I been bout it (Bout)
Niggas be pocket watching (What?)
That money I still count it (Fast money)
Ten toes gotta stay on my pivot
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
I'm that girl loving, car dubbing, rims scrubbing teen
I've been bad to the bone since I stepped on the scene
I've been club ready 'bout my, game
Who the first one they blame? It's (me)
Do your time, you a lame, stop mentionin' my name, my nigga
Why you worried 'bout (me)?
I'm in a group
ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
checking and adding it UP
Gimme my money Gimme my money Gimme my money
I need that
Gimme my money Gimme my money Gimme my money
I need that
Gimme my money
(Dee Marc got that heat, ho)
This money made me better, but it made me a new man
But if they think 'bout playin' with me
They better have a plan
of my negus it's go time
All of my negus we gone shine
Stackin them hundreds in straight lines
Boy we bout big money
Big
Money
Aye
Aye
So we gone get
calling
Money looking for me, like all these shit are for me
My Momma back it for me, and all these shit ain't funny
I'm just tryna make the money myself
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma
Ion really know where the fuck y'all niggas come from
Swagu dripping
Hoes stay tripping
Red cup sipping and we bout it by the milli huh (Swagu)
We bout
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
on the floor, hit the door
I got that good shit for the
Low I let them know
So line them up, line them up
We 'bout to blow
Tis the season to be balling for no
I’m riding European
By the way by the way
And you know my diamonds gleaming
By the way by the way
And I stack that money to tall
By the way by
what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds, yeah
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
I
did warn us ‘bout the trickery of this party
(Ban mwen yon ti vote)
Don’t get tempted by the yellow fruit they offering we
(Ban mwen yon ti vote)
But
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