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I'll make that money! (Get dough, get dough)
Hands off that money! (Let go, let go)
I want that money! (Get mo', get mo')
Bitch, drop that monkey!
money come, that's precisely, it's all coming
see they don't respect the company cuase it's black
if it was owned by peeps that was white,
on my side n we dnt play no games
Dnt fuck with me, or my motha fuckin guys
We gon hit you with that desert eagle, right in ya eye
Slow-mo cash money, 22
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
wrote the guest list
Out of sight, me and my peeps are getting solar
She walked by, I reached out and said, "Yo, nola"
"That's not my name", I said, "I
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
Ima Need For All The Broke Niggas And All The Broke Bitches To Leave The Club Right Now
Loud Pack Nigga
If You Bout Yo Money And Keep To Yo Motha
he gone
Atleast I know he made it home
Ain't No mo free man cause he home Ain’t no mo putting money on phone
I’m just really trying to hold on
That’s
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Used to come slow
North side, south side, niggas cutthroat
Wrong time, outside, at yo front door
Fuck hoes, getting money, we don't love those
You ain't
running from yo' dividends
Ion need to pop some tags to feel so relevant
I'm in my own world, i'm propelling in
For some money she gon' twirl all benjamin
a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
[Interlude:
a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch, yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, finne solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
[Interlude:
wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
Yo Jay, what it do, nigga?
I done rocked
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
(buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it, count money in my dream (yeah)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
like grippin', sometimes I'm tippin'
Niggas in the streets tryin' to find out if it's written
Haha, yo, chamillitary man!
I got money in the bank
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
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