Lyrics:
lookin' for some dope? We got it
Ya ya ya
Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well
We Outta Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA
Fuck UR feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
to get by (tryin' to get by)
For that money on the side (ya)
There's no surprise (no surprise)
She's just tryin' to get by, oh I know
This ho lookin
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
to get dough
And he betta be street
We like dem boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)
Always ridin' big
ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he betta be street
We like them boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money
ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he betta be street
We like them boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
get that all you care About is money
He on the block nonstop three Strikes is what hes looking at
Already a felon so to him ain't no Lookin back
Hustlin
Gotta know to get dough and
He better be street
We like them boys up top from the BK (bk)
Know how to flip that money three ways
(Three ways)
Always
[R. Kelly, talking]
Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels
Do or Die, I told y'all
We lookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do
you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin' ya box?
You was lookin' real weak walkin' down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh
got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga
accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if
dick and deep throat it
Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this grand
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
to the city, come ride with me (come on shawty)
Listen mama benny hunter
A fo go the chow, eatin good round here and I'll show ya how
To get money, mo money baby
between trains
Canal Street, just lookin' at rings
Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it cost
Korean man brushin' me off
For
ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street
We like them boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money
until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
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