Lyrics:
drive
Not about it but you still give it your best try
No Pride to them you just not making sense
Penny Wise they clown you fuck bout your 2 cents
Don't
figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
and lobster honeys, downtown shoppin' honeys
Stayin' on the grind, gotcha own car and crib honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies,
honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies, takin no shit from a nigga that's full of shit honeys
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
a little of prosperity and then some
Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
I keep my
honey dip, you're banned)
(You're banned)
Yo, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind
honey dip, you're banned)
(You're banned)
Yo, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind
checks
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
And then we tried some more
I'd like to break the monotony
We said Maroon 5 should end it at the (?)
This word I'm making this all up here
Read Nehemiah
to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down
but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred, what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby
I don't do
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Cobra
Maybe rob a bee hive
Maybe get some honey
Stung by Qveen Herby
She’s outta my league
But I don’t give a shit
Fuck that no clips
Fight the world with
bitch you da feds
And she said, "baby, don't trip"
She rolled me a spliff and showed me pics of her kids
Then she slid me some bread like
It's
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
the set when I sip don't worry honey
Yeah, level up every night,
Yeah, sippin henny, sip sprite,
Feeling low tell a shawty to come by,
She always wanna
to breathe
There's no second chance when
You're beckoned by me
Three is a crowd but I just want more
Four like Wendy's Four For Four!
Five, like Skullhoney
"Can't ya diggit Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies one hundred and ninety five pounds of beef
Chinky eyes curly hair and gold teeth
miss that
I'm just trying to get back
I just wanna sit back
And breathe in all of 5th Ave
On 5th Ave
We would chill and sit back
Honey skies, we'd sip
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
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