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We gettin straight money
We gettin straight to the money
We getting straight to the money
We getting straight to the money
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(Dee Marc got that heat, ho)
This money made me better, but it made me a new man
But if they think 'bout playin' with me
They better have a plan
I’m Still supplying pressure I’m getting money mane
It’s humble Vizion over everything
I’m still supplying pressure and that’s on everything
It’s
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm
getting money his plug used to sell a ton on him
Some of the niggas used to run with me be the same niggas y'allrun from
Some of these niggas still richer
Mane I'm weirder than most
Made a play ran a post
Float on that money boat
Stack it up, Flip it, re-up now I'm seeing ghost
Hitting that pick
where it's sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states
the army
We made a plan, and, and, look we formed a company
So mad, told y'all that we gettin money
Every day they cocky, and dirty laundry
1500, just
Licorice nigga like "You give 'em what he deserve"
Word, brought it up, concern, put a microphone
Thug - money makin, pistol packin, juniors
Jumpin for
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)
The home
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by
young playas gettin' high on the couch
In a spot, at a dope fiend's house
Two hours passed now it must be cool
'Cause I gotta make money fuck going
the straight-laced dank
Two young playas gettin high on the couch
In a spot, at a dope fiend's house
Two hours passed now it must be cool
'cause I gotta make money
caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
thug baby
Never get me confused
Better keep ya bitch close
Cus I'm making em choose
And I been getting to the money
Counting blue by two
Long as you stay
and money lovers from witchu, somewhere down the road them gon be the ones to trip you, pistol whip you dip you then flip you
To the same music snoopy d oh
a holey boat...
Then go 2 church 2 repent my sins and den act like I got the holy ghost!
play if u want...
mane I like 2 joke...
but I won't b falling 4the
gettin' chicks, I'm already pouncin' that
Goin' through some shit? Lemme know, always around to chat
Fuck a frat, all they personalities flat
I craft
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
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