Lyrics:
to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20's
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z]
6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
Get up everybody and listen to this
your homework on whoever you go to war against
I had 20's on my Benz, lent it to all my friends
And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
butter rims match them butter timbs that's timberland yeah i got 10
Yeah i count 20s i spend 50s i save hundreds
Hit the bank give me them bundles
Got
HIP HOP ScVED
FROM FINGER PRINTS IN c BOOK/
THEY cSK WHY DO DOVES CRY
WE REPLY CcUSE THEY SHOOK/
20S THE NEW 30/
30S THE NEW 40/
SKILLS IS FOREVER
GOT
I'm saying mane
I got this shit in all 20's so you know it look stupid nigga
2-2k
2k
2k
2k
P-Pocket
3k, 4k
4-4k
5k
I-I-I got 2k
In my pocket
2k
2k
the paper cuts
I see you hatin buti got my paper up
Okay I wake up In the morning brush
My teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds
Let my bitch
I had stopped poppin' them 20's
I'm back on that pink molly
Now I'm getting back to myself
That bitch on my hip
She look just like my 40-cal
They say
funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Chorus 2x's
Jay-Z Talking:
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness
I worked there seven years.
When was this? [spoken words – Moses Asch]
Hmmmm? Oh, that was way back in the 20s … 28, way back in there.
And then I,
a couple of models
You a balla you outside or in
I pulled up there's more outside then in
Niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
Like if you ain't on 20's
[Malice]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill
Bounce
(walking away)
Every chance that we had and messed up (walking away)
All the times it got away from us
(Walking away)
Away, I'm not gonna wait (walking
they showin' us love
And by the time we leave
They throwin' up dubs
I've been in this shit
Almost got 10 in this shit
Your favorite rapper I done been in
22, oh, it's like déjà vu
Boy, if you only knew
This time I messed it up, but I can't give you up
Your face is all I've got
Yeah, I know I've
they don't want to holla
If you ain't got 20's if you ain't got dollars
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp
We go ride through the streets we go hit
G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you
issues, you're unstable
Well I got problems too
I wanna be messed up with you
I wanna be messed up with you
You got chaos, I'm unfaithful
But I got
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
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