Lyrics:
were my type
I been waitin for the day to fuck you right
And the day’s right now ay
I can't fail
I'm about my dollar bills
Got my bands up
Now she wanna
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
out the cool cage
Tied up, shoelace, you late
VVS, motherfuckers too fake
Paper Route jumpin' gang, blowin' by 'em
Hussein bitch my whole section treat
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
for dusting
The circle is forever
I know that's what this must mean
200 dollar bills cling
Cause being 200 dollar bill clean might skew my picture
bow my head before I lay
And press my arms I bow to pray
Then pray for prey I had to slay
I took a day trip by the bay
Yo shawty hit me where she stay
All this work all these late nights
Still no sleep I can't lay right
At rap bins and I feel when I'm in it
Street campaign like I'm running for
this TRU click, it ain't No Limit
To my loyalty and strong arm authority
Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera
Downtown hoes unload when
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
see it, now I want it, now I got it, think it's meant for me
'Cause one day we gon' be free, won't have no bills to pay
One day we could relax 'cause we
jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
able to buy 4 new whips every year,
And leave the TV runnin' dog while I ain't here,
I ain't gotta worry bout the bills cause the money there,
I
This four door ain't got no tints
So when we're ridin' you can
See four black yutes
Tell my paigon "please don't run
Cah 9 out of 10 more time I'll
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
you back down to my place
Chillin by the fire late nights I want from u
Gimme the cue and we head straight to my room
After we done lay in bed and we
no such things as no strings attached
These days you're already under control when you're hatched
Hypodermically injected into a sperm or an egg
Well
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got the Villain with
care how Daddy feels
Day mommy moved out Daddy stopped paying all of her bills
And thats for you son to know how to handle yourself when a woman is ill
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got the Villain with
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