Lyrics:
a game mane
[Chorus: x2]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do
stepped on
When i got a new bitch, i be gettin hella sexed on
I was down to two bricks cause i had to get the rest gone
You can find a new lick, i won't
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
the window with that stick make it sing
Go by different names when I'm serving my feigns
Who said I don't want this shit? know I do, whatchu' mean
I got two
to put on instrumentals just to wax a kid
Off the mental gettin looser than a gentle laxative
Side Effect I leave emcees boggled
By my lyrical blizzard you
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money
phony homies, I'm built 2 outlast
Just need 2 Focus, and then I'm livin' comfy at last
Keanu Reeves with the Guap, need the money that fast
Had no place 2
put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine
I'm gettin' ticked off
These niggas aint runnin my race
My ceiling aint there is gone, no trace
Young nigga I stay 1K, pistol grippin pounds by tre
I den found my way, blue
we don't do no partners
Catch the fool
We gon' burn him and his partner
Gettin' money, gang gang, no I won't change
Somebody rattin' how they knew
disgustin'
Two bad bitches and they on me right now (yeah)
Two fast pistols, better tell 'em pipe down
Tell the bank I want my money and they bring it
mane I got real scars
Bigga everything my crib my car but my heart real small
I'll be damned if I show love again mane I got real scars
Tryna run it up
the streets the tricks and trays to make the right play
But stay focused like ya mind in a chess game
Get to the money that's the only thing that matter mane
on top, free Rum from the box
Free money or blocks, key white like them Sox
I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (uh)
My beeper just a-beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
(Ayy Manny, this
the money
When I can't pay the rent
Bitch, gimme the money
You, gimme the money
Bitch, gimme the money
When the shit's gettin' thick
You, gimme the money
paper
All up and down the mile
And I'm stickin' that clutch
Gettin' money is a must
My voice on the track
Like Kobe Bryant in the clutch
The 8 2 4
Man,
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
pinned you on the floor
One two three nigga
[Kurupt]
I'm gettin' dusted,
In the back of a six hundred
Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it
Um actin' like a tiger
20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour
Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch
Da stupidest
Critics try to rate dis shit
gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every
than
A dollar and a dream
Three and half grams and the pistol
Nah'mean? Ya'll niggas know me, mane
I don't give a fuck
From day one a nigga just trynna
that shit no more,
Tornado got the street shit on lock,
It’s in a figure four,
All this f*ckin money,
How we gonna count it?
We still gettin more
F*ck
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