Lyrics:
we fightin and fussin
Don't try to go outside you ain't runnin for nothin
Knoccin him out to keep him from bustin
Go through his car and he ain't have
You know what that laugh means right?
Dis money I need it
I get it I'm on it
These niggas be plottin
They watchin we on em
Dis money I need it
I get
clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you
money soon in they hand
get over get up and jet
bounce the set
the longer you stay the quicker you get arrested
MJG testing his strategy..
Standeth God within the shadow
Keeping watch above his own"
These powerful scriptures were also used by the man
In whom we celebrate his birthday today,
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
friends when you see me walk by
Try to fool me
Come on honey, yeah ya like your money but your cash
Can't keep you warm at night
Hi-roller baby
the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib
Went to sleep 'bout four
When I woke up, police was at my door, damn
Six
loading the pole
You loading the pole, I'm taking his soul
You taking his soul, I'm killing this fool
I'm totin on the pole, I feel like I'm Jok
You feeling
4 pounds on the table, gang gon' share dat,
ct my grandmama house a nigga smokin Crack right by the stairset,
Tryna keep his smile lil homie just
Where you go (uh), remember me
I'm the best thing in his story
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Why? Ooh-why?
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my
Where you go (uh), remember me
I'm the best thing in his story
Why you all in my grill?
Why? Why? Ooh-why?
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my
whistlin' his name through abandoned shacks
(In the name of Raymond)
But I would be a fool to let it hold me back
In the name of Rame
I remember back
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
where young men were sitting down
drinking coffee ´till this brother came in
u could tell by the look at his face
that he had something that he wanted
could not fuck with a fool, yeah
They is some muhfuckin' Jakes
I could not fuck with a muhfuckin' fake
Gettin' all the money with a rake, runnin'
My boy named Rob is chillin' in a Benz
In front of my building with the rest of his friends
I give him a pound, oh, I mean, I shake his hand
He's
Okay kool
Youngin' ‘bout his business.
Young Hustle Young Money,
Youngin got the vision.
Listen up.
Counting 20s never was enough I had to switch it
thought that was your boo nah boo boo you a fool
I been the queen bitches know I'm la renn
Ran up his pockets I’ll do it again
He not in touch wit his
needed no prescriptions
bro spent all his money, all on toss, pour it in the liter, might as well go ahead and cancel
me now I don't got no filter, had
all the way!
(Glyde puts his chips down on the table)
Don't be a fool, Glyde
Where is your self control?
You're betting money
That you have not
pipe her and she pay fo' yo Lac
Fool, you make a lot of money but cha' talk too much
Countin' chickens that ain't there'll get cha' caught in a fuss
the money grow like
His name was Donald Trump
Ass to the back, both thighs to the front
You better bite the bullet, girl
I'm about to hump
It's hot up in
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