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what a time what a feeling
Feel like lil Wayne no ceilings
Raindrops all on my feet, washing the blood of my sneaks
Low low sitting on D’s, jumping like

hood ain't no different from ours
We share the same dreams, same money
Same clothes and cars
Still riding around through the city thinkin' 'bout all

and talk
Lil caught that boy Ricky
F&n 'gon hit yo dome
If you mad i fucked your hoe
Rock designer go rock the clothes
Go, go
Yeah
Bitch i be steppin on me

(Wheezy outta here)
Uh-uh, uh
Mmm
Mm-hmm

We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)

This is your boy Lil B
And Ima speak for the hood
I'm not talking about the people
But I'm talking as if I am the hood
Check me out:

Most of it so

Get Some Money

ChuckT

Young Jeezy vs Gucci Mane

2009

I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard yall

ain't no award for the number one stunna
So what you gon' do if you lose all the money, the cars, and the clothes and the hoes today
And what you gon' say

wished bad on me but look what you left in
Some shit house you live in, iss rented
Some shit car you drive in, iss rented
Some shit clothes you buyin, iss

DBTHEPLUG ooh (yeah)
Ooh it's Mook
Ooh (Let's get it) ooh (Uh, uh, pew, pew)

Everyday do what I want too
 I'm gettin' money you know that
It's

I got hella clothes and you know I like to mix it up
You already know how it goes
Black and white air forces ones and I be kickin' shit
Lil bro we are

but my scene be too hot
Yeah, and my tracks be too hot and I’m all that she got
But I know that she a thot

I'm focused on the money, lil bitch I gotta

boy you Foolish, drive your car and play in yo' bitch coochie
Love getting money feeling like Cupid, started an Empire I feel like Lucious
Get the money

yourself
You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no)
Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real
Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal

You are not him
You are not him
You are not him
No im not him im just him
No your an idiot
Its wop
Lil wop
Too slick to quick
Better calibrate ya

Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy)
On the block by

Hop out the car with a big mac
No time for talking i don't wanna chit-chat
Break a nigga like he was a kit-kat
Where's your girl man i know where

Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain

G on some real shit these niggaz ain't saying nothing
Never mind that I'mma grind and
Take what's mine, get this money
Waste no time on a dummy can't

a driver, sike
Said she ain't never been to Georgia
Tell me when you ready, I'ma book the flight
Nigga, ain't gave me nothin'
Bitch better have my money

more

All these hoes want is cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can't even find love
Out of all them

most of his friends were still in school though
But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes
Chasing money young, yeah,

I'm gonna make me a milli, I'm gonna make me the money
Spreading her legs like Philly, then cheerio lil' honey
This shit fire but aint drilling, I'm

I need the car with front in the back
Petty ole bitches could Neva get that
Talk to me nice or lil hoe issa wrap
Come outside lil brat
The clothes

you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,