Lyrics:
money for real
That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real
Don't play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I'm still in
prove every word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but ten cent
barely getting by
But he still holds his head high
Cause he's a blue collared boy until the day he dies
With a baby on the way the boy grips that bottle
Woah
I need every dollar
Fuck your feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
know, 'cause my love make you be like, "whoa"
Uh, 'cause I got your mind in the trenches
Slide, let's take a ride
Baby, come give me some
Hey woadie,
it for the boy
My baby may not be rich
He's watchin' every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe
you tried the Triple OG
(Bitch) what was you thinking?
I give the coke to your crew
The butter's crazy
Fallopian tube, just cut it baby
Gordo butterfly
it for the boy
My baby may not be rich
He's watchin' every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe
all what it seems but baby girl I can pretend
I know this shit seems easy baby but it took a lot for me to win
I know it seems too easy how I can walk
And this is what she had to say
I found someone to
Do what you used to (no, baby)
Boy, you thought you were deceiving me (no way)
With your infidelity
away tell her baby you fine
Let a young n**** shine
Please don't go telling ya mom
Cause I'll be undressing your mom
Hurd it was bread on that
a trap star
Man I'm ridin through the hood in a CL-6
I'm the nigga that your baby daddy re-up with
Celebrities, athletes you might see me with
But I
I'm a pimp baby, yeah
I'm going, going, going, gone
I (yeah)
I'm way more fly than you (That's right)
I'll take your dime from you (That's right)
Now
Always asking what it's worth, 'cause it ain't shit!
Get you infatuated, hit this
Let your imagination drift in
You hear, "Congratulations" then win
It's
Baby step on the dancefloor
I know you want some
Step on the dancefloor
I know you want some
I love the way you shake the body of yours
The body
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
like boys and be men (be men)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within? (How you gonna win?)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within?
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
confused
You inspire this little baby is my muse
Didn’t care about the boy, man’s making tunes
Stay by me, even if it’s win or lose
Even if it’s win or lose
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
got that sauce
Every nigga in here tryna get what I want (Nah for real)
But I'll lay everybody down in here if I have to win your love
No more, you
forever baby, here and everywhere
Don't - keep your distance
Don't - lose your resistance
Don't - you want my heart ?
That's love - we'll win again
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