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been trappin' off snapchat, tokin' on gas
Makin' money grow, fast fast fast 
Dark Web Dope Girl's got the blast
Cop it on the low just slip her that cash

Prices on My Head

Young Buck

Straight Outta Ca$hville

2004

Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay: 
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
'cause I Cock My Shit

and they aint got shit
But we good over here, tell em get like this
Standin in the trap with my pill young jiss
Gettin off sacks, what you know about this

the Cash Talk
I don't need no friends, that shit pretend, I'm finna blast off
When I hit the beat, I treat this shit like it's my last song

I just be

I Get Money

Birdman

I Get Money

2011

man
School these bitch ass niggas, you a undergrad
The world is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand
Young Money, Cash Money

I'm Serious

Beenie Man

I'm Serious

2001

picture T.I.P.
Getting anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labeled as anything less than "the shit

are livin' lies
Money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Rap and gettin' high
Employed by the O
You niggas pay the high
I got it on the low
Hit

Young Niggaz

2Pac

Me Against the World

1995

thirteen and fourteen
Drivin' Cadillacs, Benz's and shit (I see you, boy)
Young motherfuckin' hustlers (make that money, boy)
Stay strong, nigga
You

Young nigga gettin that cash, movin them bags, boy I got the soft and the gas
Stackin up all dem dimes, yaeh she fine, got her sellin that ass
I was

money getting to it every day shit she a freak black bitch oh Haitian I be getting it getting paid ain’t got no patience gotta get it right now can’t wait

through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young nigga rich shit
Lamb' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish

day
Stack it up cash flowing out of my face
Money moves really has came along way
Can’t dig up graves that veers me off track
And that shit is dead so

make it, I'll never let us slack
Man, you always gotta have more than one method in the bag

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, do

just by the pack
We roll a sack
Bitch wanna fuck me bring her by the back
I roll it up you know that shit a wrap, run it up

Know dat backwood bussin

6 Figure

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 2

1997

about the young thugs, 
The Hot Boys, that's who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't think cause we young, we

can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50

Aye
Man we in this bih
Whole team in this bih with me
Partially
That shit always partially
Oh
Oh
Oh
Aye this the chorus by the way
Oh
Oh
Oh
Going up

flirt, I'm fuckin' the bitch
You in the locker room talkin', she suckin' my dick

Young nigga shit
Now I get money, I came from shit
Now I got this

changed, but the only thing i changed is the money i make shit 
These niggas been hating since
Since i was a 
Young-in
All this money
Coming
A a'int have

a n**** out his muthafuckin socks
Even bright in the morning
Counting these racks I be yawning
I can’t be broke and be coin less
Young n**** tryna get money

was shit, I'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops

through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all

[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles

to quarters
This new gloc comfy by this shoe box money
An few blocks from me they act 2 pac funny
Use to take drinks with me know he take shots from me
Got

make that shit happen
Don't care who it is
Me and dro get it cracking
Not one of us lacking
Ain't never been capping
Momma said she need me
I ain't never