Lyrics:
and you make a little money
Bitches gone be on you and you swear that they love you
But you use them or you leave them
Just make sure you don't believe them
Slim
When he had jumped with P in that tank
But the only thing, it's a difference
I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own
pumping wholesales today
Young one don't never miss no money so of course he put that jay out
Waved his hand like come here to see what slim talking 'bout
Built like Coi Leray
She might look slim nigga but ass grow fatter by the day
I might pass by today, hear what she gotta say
She put me onto money plays
Dream of the day that I buy the wraith
People been sleeping and that's a fact
Hustling harder boy by the day
Spend what I get then I get it back
back here
I wanna thank my mom my sister my brothers
Take out ya paper I’m teaching a lesson
Intro to smith and a Wesson
People they love me I give em
this money
Mix this Percocet with lean and now I'm numb I'm feelin lovely
Got this Glock I love so much I lay up daily and I rub it
Spend a P up on this
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
David Blaine
On my Billy Mays when I'm hitting a stain
Keep my life by keeping one in the brain
I'ma menace mane, got me feeling like Caine
Left hand
David Blaine
On my Billy Mays when I'm hitting a stain
Keep my life by keeping one in the brain
I'ma menace mane, got me feeling like Caine
Left hand
of with that canteen and phone money
Ride for rebels, took a oath, live by the code for me
This thing of ours don't talk 'bout shit that you don't know,
you get it? Like I was forged by a Will Smith
And shawty would been my Jada Pinkett but she tweakin'
Use to tell her that I love her, Now I doubt she
Only one spot for the god Only one spot for your rod
Knuck if you buck send ya to the sky I'm getting too old to want to want to fight, Smith
cause I didn't wanna dine in
Why do fools fall in love, Frankie Lyman, I like you miss, but you got bad timing
Focus on this money, ho, and I could keep
9 white bricks slim thick like some barbies
Pull up with a pack hit the trap at the party
Off-White on got it all off a zanny
Comme Des Garçons with
Whole lotta baddies in this place
Yaa Yaa
Big ol butt with the slim ole waist
Yaa Yaa
Beating down the block with the 12's in the trunk
Yaa Yaa
stacking my cash (BOW, haha, woo, woo, woo)
Big bad, big bad, see that, see that
Breaking her shit like a Kit-Kat
Rich bitch, slim thick (Woo)
She my lil
Pretty lady she ready to ride
Pulled up on her on Rodeo drive
Slim thick I can see from her thighs
In her eyes I can tell she surprised
Show that I'm
to know that
Money comes and goes
And so do freaks and hoes
That's why I don't trust em
I lust for them, but I gots no love for them
In the winter, I don't
all up
He ain't tall
so he gone stack his money tall up
If you loyal, I love you, it's all love
Yeahhh ahhhh
She just a case cause that shit beat
You
was late this time last week
Who can she turn to when the chance of coincidence is slim
'Cause the baby isn't old enough to speak
There's been a long
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
money, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang forever
Long live the caine coming soon
Malice my brother I love you
Liva Don 'til the end nigga, Yes!
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