Lyrics:
to the money money
Pro bono no mo getting to the money
Life a lil better when yo mind stay blown
Life a lil better when you worldwide known
Groupies go crazy
to the money money
Pro bono no mo getting to the money
Life a lil better when yo mind stay blown
Life a lil better when you worldwide known
Groupies go crazy
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
ain't too proud to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off
em bleed
I call up BG he gone make yo ass believe
I remember back when they ain’t believe me at first
Drag my name thru the mud and tried to leave it
seen a nigga jumpin' through yo window
Don't even trip
I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
It's on yo bitch
We'll juss pistol whip
Scene was 1998, yeah, thug
See back in the days it wasn't no aids, it wasn't no AK's
Mo afros then braids, wasn't nothing for a boy to get a
Straight
on
Gotta get you game together man, all your women gone
To start all over, ain't nothin' to a mack
Just put 'em to work, and watch yo' money stack
friends then Tom
1 for the money, 2 for the count
Ridin' in the vehicle I can't even pronounce
S.O.D. Money game, money keep stackin'
I leaked every
Yo, 'fore the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga
Thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga
You know
exciting when I drop
Drop
Who is that nigga at the top
Top
More weed, more shots
Shots
I got money in stocks
Stocks
Mo money means mo Thots
Mo cash means mo
insane
Born braincell killas, scramblin' niggas brains
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo
I'm pullin' GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Then I
by a florida boy
Got it On yo mind niggas coming wit dem cutter toys
Louis rich butter ball hunt you like a turkey boy
Shawty hella sexy Jodie Shannon
sounds
Run thru ya shit lay erri body down
Touchdown like I'm Yo Gotti
Niggaz done bought 100 straps
But ain't shot nobody
Fuck you sayin nigga
Pops in
money, you can keep them bitches
Vvs glisten, all these Backwoods I be twisting
Jealous of our status, you mo' pussy than a pageant
Gold in the marble Polo
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
Rolls Royce gotta skirt
Rubberband benjis' we gonna call up yo Gotti
She coming over and she lookin like she can do palettes
(She say she bad so I go
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
Aye yo E we so blessed so so blessed
Mo checks mo neck no stress
Diamond chain and a rolex
These niggas be so pressed
Im so blessed Im so blessed
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
God damn, elemental styles get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya roll,
Sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the hoe
I'm a back slap her
so get use to me
I am, Yo Gotti shit
I still fuck with the niggaz that I got it with
Out the mud, out the trench, like a ditch digger
If we ain't cool
gone do what I say
Louie kicks with a cross body
Big bag on me but I got mo prolly
They know I rake it up like I'm yo gotti
Looking for somebody who hard
it up if you didn't come To party pack it up pack it up get the money get them bills bag em up bag em up we can Get like yo gotti girl gon rake it up
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