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Been Getting Money

Akon

Seen It All: The Autobiography

2014

fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose

Been Getting Money [Bonus Track]

Akon

Seen It All [Best Buy Exclusive]

2014

Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,

When I lay my vengeance upon thee
When I'm sad I be dreaming bout a hundred racks
I'm paper chasing, ain't no faking, where them hundreds at
Said I'm gon

from me
'Cause I've been dreaming of you
Have you been dreaming of me?

You're with me now
Yeah, you've been dreaming of me
I can't get you out

When I'm

shit
I wanna be by myself, nigga I don't need no help

Yung nigga fly to the starz
Dreaming that I be on Mars
Yung nigga fly to the starz
Dreaming that I

Man I must be Pablo
Lamborghini dreaming diablo
Loco when I’m scheming my vatos
My Ouens and my Naijas from Lagos
Pablo
Pablo
Lamborghini dreaming

walking
I let my eyes gaze up to the portrait
Framed in the mirror, the stare still haunting
Tell me what you hold dear then
When you're trapped in them

of separation, we resolve and decay
Atrophied identities and portraits of pain
Shattered, nothing matters then you throw it away
Dreaming then you're leaving and I

Observed, on the day we first met
Tracked, day by bloody day
Stored, God knows where
Now, we're just a matter of record
Spinning
Twelve hundred miles

yeah
I got smoke in my heart I feel like I phoned for a half 
She loves me 100 I feel like we all in the stars

I had passion in my heart trapping

Do what I do and I do what I write
A matter of time is a matter of mine
And the rhythm been blue, sunshine you can feel it
10 by 10 hundred times

The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat

Diary of a Madman

Gravediggaz

6 Feet Deep

1994

The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat

hundred years of torture
A hundred ways to kill
A forgotten wasteland
Full of wounds that never heal
I am the death of the old times 
I spread my words with

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

wish they bled shooting stars instead of the ink I'd use to write myself to death
cnd name my pen... suicide 
Dying by way of punctuation from slicing

Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law
Good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry

my niggas is an honor
Recordin' life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your shit isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 9/11 with the fog lights

down and I run at you
Yeah

I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning
I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman
Pave the future

a spot overseas
Kick back and lay down by me
But my eyes are closed so I gotta be

Dreaming bout you (Yeah yeah yeah)
Like a feen without you (Yeah yeah)

so young and strikingly beautiful in your mourning for Mahler
So lonely, so seductive in your widow’s veil, they said

When I did my first portrait

dreaming of
I’ll cherish you forever
That’s the feeling of TRUE LOVE-  
By Gordon Anderson and John Covert

Building his recording studio, 100 each week
Trying to work every morning so 100 he could bring
Just to build up his work, and nobody wants to see
It's

to the lonely
Rhythm of private life
Dinner for one, dinner in the winterdom
Used to smoke Phillies by Beck's and have fun
Ybor city had me feeling like a crumb