Lyrics:
how I wan’ make my money
Them niggas ain’t shit mane them niggas be bummin’
They fakin’ that gangsta’, they claim they be gunnin’
Mane I took that lil
a whole lot for me to settle (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole
Lil' homie want
(Lil' homie want it)
Hey, Two Feet came by
Lil' homie want all the money (all the money)
Lil' homie want it all (Lil' homie want
off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma I'ma
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin
Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true
Julio on the yard, these niggas
Lil' Chuckee
Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the boy
Man, you better have ya bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
and all of 'em poking
Don't play with me nigga you know I ain't joking I'll shoot this bitch like I'm Jokic
This shit that I'm sipping it look like a potion
on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
the ho
The one that'll slang still
And keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me
And slang that fuckin co
To all you know
(Lil Wayne
Put the money over bitches, simple choice and shit
Number 1, with no money, ain’t no girls and shit
Number 2, hella hoes yell me “Me Too” and shit
So
at ya
This ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out the box, streets on lock, that money flowin'
Fuckin' with this lil' bitch out
you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
You thank I'm playin'a somthin' lil whodie I ain't trippin'
Tha beef
Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet,
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk
calling me baby
I'mma live my life like Baby
Cash Money nigga like Wayne
Cash Money nigga like Baby
Cash Money nigga like Wayne
Cash Money nigga like
(bye)
Why do niggas wanna fight me instead of fighting with a bitch? (get out)
Don't play with crips, boy, play with your lil' dick (pause)
Ain't shit
(M-Money in the way)
And I can't see cause its money in the way (I can't see)
Repeat
[Verse 2] (Lil? Wayne)
I?m getting payed that?s all I have to say
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
Got me nervous
She wanna get me on but I aint budgin
Fuck what she talking bout
Girl dont you gotta spouse
(Verse 4 - Wayne)
HOOOOOOLLLLLL
something for, you know, the fucking earth)
Dog, he not bringing that heat like 500 Degreez
That's what we got right here
With Lil Wayne and Cash Money
on the shelf
I got them M's by myself, hey
Forty bottles, fifty bitches
And forty mil' got this shit poppin'
We in the spot that shit's poppin'
Bruce Wayne
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
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