Lyrics:
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
I lost everything but hope
And we never going
Never going
Thank god for my son
Yeah he brought me hope again
I got you lil man
We never going broke
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
assault me
By humping on my leg
As I sit on my desk crying
Class laughing
Did they think
Sexual assault was entertainment
In fort eustis
Hospital
brush my shouldaz off a lil bit and
fill up my drink with some captain n coke. no charge
becase its free
I'm a pimp mothafucker don't trip I'll pimp
Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
Yo, law is it cool if a nigga just
Get fucked up for this one?
Yeah, Mr fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin'?
Puffin'
Back in the tomb, Lucy is sitting on the floor
I am, I am standing by the door
The door to freedom the door that I shut so close
And as I take
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
I fell in love with a guy
I want him by my side
But he's got a girlfriend
He's got a girlfriend
When he hits up my line
I feel guilty inside
Cause
They want me starving and falling with more depression
I'm thanking God that I'm here and i keep on flexing
By myself how I do it and that's
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
Uhhhh o uhhhhhhh oo
Surrounded by some G's, you know them gangsters, I'm gon' slide with them
Guilty by association, n***a, you could die with them
Bonestripper
Ya don't know what ya got
Until you turn to Mrâ?¦
(Goin down)
Mr. Bonestripper
Do ya feel lucky
Are you ready to pay
Do ya feel guilty
it goes
My lawyer good so not guilty your honor
That's the way it goes homie that's the way it goes
Ain't no room for feelings man I gotta make
don't need the membership in my own predicament
Thе jigs up I'm guilty guilty of being innocent
I've been challеnged yuh only challenge was cinnamon
started I introduce myself as Mr. Boom Doggottie
I got sweet proposition just close your sexy lips and listen
I got ah crib wit a king size bed there's only
Ooh, sad, guilty
So fuck, nigga, got us chained up
Fuck the hoes, nigga, free it up, free Lil' Ye
Free the guys, nigga, fuck a nigga, talk about
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil
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