Lyrics:
to drive it ain't the regular kind
And I got plenty bitches hit me up and they be on my line
And I got all types of money
And I got all types of foreign
of dub
Run up on the stove
We just wanted lot more
Yung sheggi in this bitch
She in love with my clique
I just put her in heat
Shawty wanna do dirty
But
we homies, cool, fuck a stranger
I ain't got no haters, just a bunch of love and a couple of fang bangers
They hate me 'cause of what I write with my
and run his life
Whatever it is you want girl Lord I hope you find
But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind
When you fall in love again
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
His life as a nomad
The Lord of all riches lived a poor man
Yeah, we love fresh new doodads
But really what's the use when my life ends
If you heed
JMoneyGoDummy
I can't lie you're always on my mind
Tryna get by but I'm always high
I can't lie you're one of a kind
Something money can't buy
Our
love to sleep
Give me money move
Beauty in abundance
Again
Give my parents peace
Give my friends their way
Give me strength to sing
Give me joints
phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build'
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets
of despising different kinds
Tryin to hide behind the pride of a nation
That was built by my people they enslaved
Racism always stayed the same
They never change
cleaned house, now my team's strong
M.A.F., Money and family
That's my theme song
And get the money wit the family
And my team's on
Pace to be rich by 2020,
here from Georgia
Everyone said I had talent I could write
Nashville's where the money is
They all said my songs are out of sight
So I caught a bus in
saying
Instead of blood, these ‘liquid swords’ are coursing through my veins
This kind of standard ain’t just natural to rappers
It’s for bachelors for
The master of cashflow
He told me, never work for money
He told me, never work for money
(What?)
This was inspired by my rich dad
Rich dad, rich dad, rich dad
Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
The heavyset one with about ten children?
You may remember her as a slim honey
when
of robbed your man if the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout four
When I woke up, police
to the fall
My ex girl yea she giving me a call
Let it ring got to mother fucking stall
Telling me I'm the best of them all
Wanna grow cuz my fame kind of small
fucked
By the love of your life?
I'm in the same seas
Seven different option
But you're still On My Mind
Ain't nobody is your kind
Fighting out
to the Westside, my vocals Test Drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say OH, you love the real shit frequently
OH for Dogg P-O-you-N-D
of a kind
Haven't thought about love in a while
I think about guns, drugs, images far more vile
He say he a thug we turn him to a dancer
Knock his top off,
at SkyZone
Had his body flippin' like he was at SkyZone
Wait, hold on yeah
I don't fuck with Salad 'cause he's Asian
Pull up on my opp and I'm sprayin'
But I'm
Since you flexin that are that guy
Drinks on you
SinceI'm sexy andI'm catchin yo eye
Drinks on you
Since you tellin meI'm one of a kind
Put your money
business
Kind of life that I'm living got my mama in her feelings
And this money got me tripping for this life I paid a bargain
I just work for all my check
than a pelican
People on the plane thinking that we are irrelevant
I'm a party god and my name is fucking Benjamin
Plane full of passengers, we require
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