Lyrics:
used his head
He suffers for his art, he's so skint
His tenancy is hanging by a thread
And now he's got the time
But he hasn't got the money
To do
While others weighed drugs by the gram
I was contemplating Def Poetry Slam
But I was still young, just becoming a man
Y'all money hungry rappers may
defined by a bill
Money never made you real
How it make you feel?
No ground Boy you know you gotta plan for you build
Funny how they never want the safe
couldn't flow
Fuck where they told me I'd never Go
Fuck when they told me I'd never blow
Now the Cash Money is all I know
Rock a by baby I swear this shit
I ain't the one
Money new, few stunk, they gon' smell it when I'm done
On a run with my dawgs, y'all's went and pissed on the bed
Check the eses in my
on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain't got no bread
I ain't got no paper
You heard
the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular
my house
Champagne by the fountain
So much money, I can't count it
Remember days that they doubted
Real niggas, they around me
When you walk in my
Chilling by the Greenlight
Don't wanna go no mo
The only thing that I care about
Is money fucking dough
I don't really fuck with that shorty she
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
better with her by my side
Love's all right
We gon' get blitzed tonight
All my girls wanna make that money
All my thugs wanna take that money
All
seem unaware of all the
Money you could earn
If you wanna get the gold
Well, there is stuff you gotta learn
Milk the humans of their kindness
Then
The money would be pretty good
If a quart of milk were still a dollar
Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
And the hours, well, I don't
The money would be pretty good
If a quart of milk were still a dollar
Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
And the hours, well, I don't
Jordan shoe
Milk and diapers and baby wipes cost an arm and a leg
A breast of wing and a thigh
Hustle trying to get by
Hey don't underestimate me,
Lil Tate Dogg
Bodega Song
[Intro:]
Oh shit it's like bodega song
Uh huh
Doggyfizzle Tate Dogg
Watch this all right
[Verse 1:]
I need some money
Haaaaaa
(SYN shit n****)
Yeaaaa
(93Meexhie)
The underdog N****
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
YeeeeaHH
The Money, The Ice, The Shine,
Check this out.
[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey cream silk and milk
We make that big bank
And everyone's got money
And no place to go
In a land of milk and honey
It can really make you smile
And if I had a ticket
I would stay in biscuit city for a while
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
I don't need your sympathy
I need some money
Here I am busted in the land
Of milk and honey
I want to be somebody
And I'd have to be crazy not
the masses.
Come on, come on and give us blood & money.
Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound.
Bow down before the land of milk and honey,
Or we'll burn your
Bazooka to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money. Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper's tummy. One
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