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you think about that
I been on a money mission
Chased down by these pretty women
They all tryna get in my bag
No no no no no
Tell me what you think

cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able

The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew

Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't

Izinja zinomona over everything we throwing
That muggy album coming soon
He's just getting to it
This is Cash Time we a different unit
And bitch you really

zrada složí

Udělal jsi trochu cash (Wow), teď chtěl by bejt posh
Ale tvoje duše je hnůj (Hu), místo pro tebe koš (Fuj)
Nevíš, co je bejt svůj (Heh),

Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

We're Famous

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters

So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred

number one album a narvanej moneybag
Můj tým jde nahoru, zvedáme cenu za gig (uh)
A píšou mi holky do DM o legit i to, že by chtěly plivat na můj dick

rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then

I'm smashing out a banger 
On an anvil dude
Blacksmithin' for my cash 
With an attitude 
But I ain't too mean 
Damn the boy so clean 
Actin like he been

straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off

I stay with my rod nigga, I don't ride no waves though
Lately I been posted by the payroll
I been M.I.A, I just don't know what to say
I had left

cleaning up shop
But I ain't quitting till I'm either dead or standing on top, I won't surrender
Tryna make an album of the year contender
If I offend ya,

I'ma get by
Hit 'em with the Tek Nine
Better quit lying
Best not disrespect mine
Cause I got it
Said, Lil bitch I got it
Straight to the grave, I gun

It's all gone mad
Us man are on lockdown
No money and that
I'm after the cash
This year was meant to be mine
Forget all that
Re-evaluate life
Take

Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by

not to play games
Or get you spotted up like a Great Dane
I'm going insane
Halfway through the album
Still ain't pick a lane
Fuck it after awhile they

off like a target
Gettin beat down by an mc shartin
Now labels sellin your album in major markets
But nobodies bought it
You lost it when you thought

Said these, night go slower when you ain't by me
Lost in the chaos and you know how to find piece
It's tough. There's a lotta ones like me
All I ever

Every Single B*%#$

Brotha Lynch Hung

EBK4

2000

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X

chips and one day cash them out
Wish it was smoother
I had some dips but I came back around
Picking my poison, back on my habit, smoke it by the pound
I

of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when