Lyrics:
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
Wooooo
[Chorus x2]
[Snoop Dogg:]
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit'
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
too thod director like t mo og like 1504 street boss 870 crime bluff we off n this thang if tgey dnt listen we gon make em mane got big lips n lil
a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin' tragically
How can we find some
a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties
I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin' tragically
How can we find some
back
One thang I know fa sho
I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth
I'm pushing this bitch asshole By Nature
Now they hear
in the SUV
Spraying bullets when they PropHiphop
Drop a verse in a fanta lil icky I lean
(Icky I lean..icky I Lean)(I lean)
Get it by every means
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go 'round
So only
when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining rocks in
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang, my thang, I keep my mind on the G's
Blanco (ki-ki-ki, ki)
Different Person
Prod. by Yung Nab
(Hook) 2x
Hunnid grand all in my dreams
A lot thangs ain’t what it seems
Had to bounce back like a g
If I fuck up
Got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain
I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead sweating
Celery
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall
it'll only take a minute, an see I gets the bomb tree
Beats By the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes
Whip that Bentley GT
Get the family the whips that they think about in they dreams
Get a mansion in the Hamptons or build one by the sea
Use the money
the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me, tell 'em
To share in this love of life
For my lil' shorties to eat right
It's the short life that we
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
to point a ‘K at a magazine
Because of what someone say in the magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling “Bada Bling”
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
a magazine
I can pull out my chain yelling bada bling
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you the leather feel good don't it
For 50 thou you'll have
it feels so good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze
thinkin how can I get mo' cheese
Bumpin a system costin 4 G's
I stay
Got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain
I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead sweating
Celery
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