Lyrics:
muthafucka,
All blue chucks and my chakkies in this muthafucka,
I'm lookin' for a thick one, he can't brown, she lookin' for the slim one,
Loves to go
Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, man
Holla at em Fresh
[Chorus: x2]
In the streets (in
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
it a buck fifty wit me
Guarantee you gon ride when I cop the Benz
I got my shawty by my side and we on some shit like we queen and slim
He fuck
I like everything fast
Fast money fast bitches
I swear I go all in for the cash
I like hoes wit some ass
Slim waist nice titties
Especially
listen
The poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money we never think
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
I only take
Got a big crib up right by the lake
Sliding with my money all the way to the bank
Goin to the top just peep my danm rank
Ice on my neck
Surround by friends, in a Jag or Benz, in a car that he don't own
Excuses again, again and again, for money that you owe
Just pay up Tony
And we thought you
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
money
Let's get to this money
These all dirty hunnids, we catchin' bodies
Just came back from South
By Southwest in Austin
All the white people telling
Me
overcame
They said I'm finna be big like Soulja Slim
When he had to pee in that tank
But the only thing
It's a difference, I'm Cash Money
Ain't no Hot Boy,
her face
Image in HD
If I don't she'll try to black mail
Or infiltrate me
She loves me cause I get fly
No Styles P but sometimes I would get high
Just
CHORUS:
Hold on wait a minute/
I’m moving up wit the Jeffersons/
You keeping up wit the Joneses/
Papa smurf on my president/
Jaden Smith with
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wootay ask them muthafuckas how the CMB play it
Tangrie alize it
Take the yay yo
don't ask slim
Shit I been rolling like the rolling 60's
If I ever need to po up Flee po up with me
I've been searching for this money and it showed up
call it herbal tea
Counting paper stack by stack, tell someone go save the trees
S.O.S., S.O.S., help, I'm getting too much money
bigger
Trying to rape the industry, like Dame Dash and Jigga
Jeah I'm truly blessed, by the man up above
And he showing nothing but love, for his son
to write me some mail
Just hold me down
Ya last name ain Smith
But I think you will
I Know they Say the love of money
Thats the root of all evil
I only love
a spaceship, yeah
I showed them how to work with they patience, yeah
We orderin' gold bottles by the cases, yeah
Add the dollars up in the money counter, it
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank
Never rest
I don't waste no time
Money is a crime
This secret society
Humours me till I die
I ain't bite
I just turn your rhymes more night
moment with me and held it rest of my life
I saw ***** with ********, and I ain't been right since
Love is nothing to the mind if you never let no one in
I
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