Lyrics:
make 'em feel empowered
'Til they're fertilizin' soil
Pushin' flowers, yeah
What do Lil Wayne
Rick Ross and 2 Chainz all have in common?
They make
the hood is all I do
Makin money on the streets sellin sacks to you
Go a do a beer run and come back with the brew
Throw another party, you know it ain't
Money made of Gualas
Touch down in Charlotte
When I talk about money she gonna change her mood
Show her my diamonds she gonna change her tune
For
should've knew it was him by the way that I talk and the men I keep
Makin a name and handling business so you gotta send that fee (that fee)
That money's in
keep slaying
My love fashion made the ladies call me 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz)
It's my passion, (passion)
That is big bang
I'm on a mission, (mission)
Call me
the psycho
Then slew they
Straight outta the foster home in Cleveland I escaped the Juve
And a little jury and a Shaun Gas army
Been makin money since niggas
with a fee
Questions
No I just need answers
From you
Flew in got 2 in
I thought that
You knew
2chainz A few chains
I gotta stay true
Save up no wait up
on a money makin mission
Stackin chips I’m gettin dough
Ridin clean, my windows tinted
Just to let these niggas know
That I’m out here gettin paper
Yeah, yeah
get money] get quap aye)
[Verse 2]
(Kia)
Tryna get rich tryna stunt
Hoe stop playin’ light the motherfuckin’ blunt
Boss shit always make a nigga feel
(Mission to the loot)
Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood)
I was on a mission to the loot
[Verse 2]
First, I kept it real, then the racks
niggas
Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my, strictly for my, strictly for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas makin
cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin'
stutter stanley
I made the script headed to the hall of fame
Lord didn't take my life lil wayne and the game
Never tell a lie drake and 2 chainz
This beat
' money over here makin' money there
Seein' places you could never possibly see
My crew thick I don’t give two shits
You can suck my dick you should
Chorus: Money over here money over there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take
too damn too damn, too damn
2 Chainz! I'm too damn fuck it
I'm like too damn fuck it
Young nigga just sold some pounds
Too damb cutless i'm too damn
the game coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a boat
I am so cold I need
down bunch of money
Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it
Lemme hurta, a hater hurter,
like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it
Lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission
I gots to come
fuck that shit I want a twelve inch dick
A Coupe a chrome and a money makin bitch
Verse 1: see Bo
A 'Lac front, back, man, I wish I had it
In
We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by palm trees
Do this
almost famous (Yeah)
F*ck all them haters, you're a gold gold rush girl
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
You can have the ho
Got her in my phone, no
the psycho
Then slew they
Straight outta the foster home in Cleveland I escaped the Juve
And a little jury and a Shaun Gas army
Been makin money since niggas
cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You lookin' for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit,
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