Lyrics:
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
like a bank teller
'Cause a fool and his dough soon split
So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'
Ladies, get your paper too
Don't
screwed
You may think it's because she needs money
To put food on the table for Ron but no his mom
Misused and abused narcotics
She would take her bag
The Scarecrow will try his best to take your life
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
I do onto others before they do onto me
And my fingers refuse
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions"
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell 'em the money man done slipped and got his
(say my grace)
Then I walk by his family
They don't know a damn thing that done happened (that done happened)
His mama smilin', baby lookin' all
jackal-bean stain
Decorum did em
The living room opens up straight to the pool
The pool is surrounded by my people no fools
All of em bosses graduated school
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money
a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up
Dollar bill
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
Look you know I’m devoted
And demanding
Damaged by the dividing of the family
Granny told me I was hopeless but I’m handsome
Damn use to think
new crib ain't big enough, where the helicopter gon' land
Hard drive wasn't big enough, so I documented by hand
What was passed down ain't deep enough,
that's why it broke apart so fast
So much emptiness his heart is filled with only memories
Now he's hooked on substances and numbs his pain by smokin weed
she knew in her heart there had to be something better somewhere.
Well the boys in the school, they were just a bunch of fools
And they acted like
off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
Money make the world go round
Money make the world go round
Money get a nigga off the porch
Money get Porsche
Money make a nigga get a torch
Money
and such
Caught much ya buckshots
And his body was discovered by the cops
The phone dropped, my brain locked in shock
Started smoking mad weed but
The pain
til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how
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