Lyrics:
my mother with that mouth
Come home Mr. Marlboro Red
While we all sing the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your
on the freeway I think I'd have to follow you home
You could let me lodge in your double garage, bumper to bumper out of the weather
Nobody home but the Benz
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
All we got to do is go back home (Where?)
And turn our communities
Into productive places
All we gotta do is go back home
And make our communities
know I wanna fuck when we pass by time and we make it home
If you already know I don't play around
You could take your clothes off and turn around
u up
Blocks Hot
Boo!
When i come around I'm throwin Bandz
Got these niggas eatin dirt dirt
Burning rubber in that benz got
These niggas feelin hurt
No expiration date on Karma niggaz
Go broke when da feds come
You a big shot getting packs
Fronted locked up wit no lawyer fees
Now you calling home
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
I want to go on a cruise
Take a trip to Belize
I want to fly to Cancun
Cop a spot by the sea
Park my Benz by the beach
Yeah we causing a scene
Get
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
line
I was thirsty for the cash flow
Remember them alley ways
Felt like I was home
On my way home
Used to catch some spots
Catch me down pico
Trying
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Money Millionaires
Bout to take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25
How is it my fault ion think that they know ion think they gon' show it
Man i thought we was close nowadays ignore them
In the Benz wit the bros
And I'mma fuck you and fuck all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims
Color TV, VCR playing
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
wish that I had known
That your heart doesn't come with you if you gotta leave your home
I wonder how you did it, you did it on your own
All the secrets
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
pillow recognize her perfume
Tell her man, "Relax," she'll make it home by curfew (haha)
Tom Ford cologne (oh), I look like I'm on (ay)
Playboy Mansion,
come home again
I need like fifty a show, that's how it go
I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Beamer
Truly, I wanted
Kane:
The ghetto's tryin to kill me
That's why I stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets
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