Lyrics:
a sag in my britches
Nigga better cuff yo hoe I'm poppin' at these bitches
Nigga tryna make movez makin sure the fam live good
Two different sides but we
ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits
Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump
Makin money's what we bump 'cause slumps is for
I'm chasin hunnits, yeah I'm chasing hunnits
I dream of moneybags, coolin' by pool n my honey bad
sippin' on sumn that's makin' em wonder
like how can
penetratin
All this money that we makin
While my team is delegatin
Fuck niggaz Perpetrating
My fam Celebrating
While the feds Investigating
And we keep
that sink in
I know you're thinkin' money bring ya happiness
But really makin' money can get dangerous
But my pops make it look like he's used to it
Mhm
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
dope than Pusha T
Real dope boys, when they come
They dope, you know they think of me
[Hook: Young Scooter]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Aye, goin'
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
though
I'm almost ill as Camille for real
Ain't never runnin' from nothin'
I'm fit to tread mills
Name another movement makin'
Time stand still
Hiiipower
the world and make it cum hard
Yeah, you boys is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup
Weezy Baby AKA bring the money home
Pull out
the Benz
Man,
Who even needs money man? Like were broke and happy
We broke man, but, what does it matter?
Makin' this music and our pockets get fatter
Music
Verse 1
I'm rollin' with the Gs, we livin' large
Stackin' up the green, ain't nothin' small
Countin' all these bands, we makin' moves
Taylor Kidd, I
yo' back money
You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
Ain't no
)
Watch yo' back money
You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
been makin some plays
No we are not on the same thing
Yeah niggas they smile in ya face
But I know we ain’t on the same team
I been stacking this money
Simply gettin' the money
Its not a option
Im always makin' deposits
That lil' bih there is a foxy
And that hoe naughty
Told me that she fuck with
on missions
We was side-by-side bustin' (Bop-bop-bop)
They say love is blind
I ain't see the signs 'cause I love 'em
He ran a whole play down to his old lady
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain man
I be on one, Young Khalifa man, burn up
All my nights that I spent on
My own tryna find my way
All
the milk and money flowed
To sell cherry bombs for Jesus in a tent beside the road
I ain't in it for the money, most cars pass on by
But I pay the rent
and we got the bombs
I’m getting lit like the bowl in my bong
Makin my money and music too easily
Bitch I’m up now do not sleep on me
Yeah that’s your
flipped
A 90's baby but, fuck with the 80's
By 30, I'm finna' be richer than JAY-Z
Rap God, Slim Shady
Got fans like the Navy
Need Young Money, Cash
is 2 phones 1 plug thats 2 connects
made it cross them state lines with cash money and no checks.
Chorus:
I'm just riding with that money
I'm just
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