Lyrics:
brothers
Money like I love my mother
See I really got a appetite
I aint full get eem paid if he actin right
Last night I had a dream niggas passed me by
I
man, dope man (Tryna stack me a grip)
Dope man, dope man (Man, fuck that shit)
You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool
[ L.V. ]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[ Prode'je ]
Pops was
Student of the game, I might have to take you back to school
Put you in detention if you really wanna act a fool
(Aye)
Headed to the stars, going where my
yes, friend tell me what you think I should do with the money
exactly how much is it gonna cost to free Mumia?
what's he gonna do with his freedom? talk
chains, a brand new Louie
You gotta spend money to get that coochie
She'll find a man who thought he was raw
Then leave him heartbroken when his money
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
of a fool Who decides to give him his vote, when it's cold, who's gonna buy you a coat?
Like some monk on a mountain finds the meaning of life, so he runs
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Cory thru halls
Boy meets world like damn he important important
Boutta change the world with his focus his focus
Best perceived by the dopest the dopest
ain't a momma's boy
Oh, and by the way, I just fucked your momma boy!
Hook
My name is Rich, but I got no money
My dick got chlamydia, it drips out honey
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
Bankshield
Check
I dropped outta college for a purpose
I had a dream
I'm talking Bill Gates money without degrees
Uh i got busy like i'm Zuckerberg
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
the motherfucker falls
These fools cant rap at all
I never buy a tune
From the Neptunes
When they beat come on
I hope it go off soon
Fabulous, whats Fabulous
it fucked up 'cause Sauce calm wit his grandma
'cause I'm like baking soda bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped fool, fuck your brother
longer lead by the ways of men
He looked for the kingdom deep within
That's when the drums in his head began to pound
Don't let nobody bring you down
Just a Messed up kid forgiven by God for all his reckless ways
Don't have it figured out like all the other prideful souls, there ain't no hiding I'm
caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club, takin' a pissin'
No mask on face, I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point
(what the fuck?)
That nigga lame, that nigga fool, he just a local joker (that nigga fool)
Bitch, I'm back on the block, trappin' on the cement, uh
gates
Brain dead phrase, screamed out loud
Imbecility rules, no slip up, no doubt
Bloodstained hands, the money rules
Taking their share by seducing
the howling wolf
you never never know
they'd sell their souls just for Hollywood
they succumbed to his deadly clause
This is the town of the wolf
money
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