Lyrics:
' mine
'cause in 99
I ain't wastin' no time
Makin' that money
While I'm pushin' my line
Design to prime nigga
Nigga with the automatic status
Daily
on the floor, go get it
Send it, i'll complete the mission
Spin for the cake like a fidget
Chasing a bag i'm sprinting
But you ain't gotta lie to kick it
You
gon' hate it
Her money right she's a boss
That other bitch overrated
I got a stoner bitch, makin' money on a mission
They got Persona issues, fakin' it
chasing riches, money is my mission
Two bitches in here kissin', while I'm in the bathroom pissin
I'm smokin' on some heaven gates, oh God, I'm in here
emerging
I been tryna get more money I been searching
Looking for mill I'm on a mission to profession
Bitches tryna fuck with me but I don't pay attention
I
motherfuckers in the team we Only lock
Time is important makin millions Every drop
Shimmy shimmy pass the rock
Lil bro gon deliver every time he talk Money walk
Get down, move on, jangan kayak orang kampung
Baru jam 2 lo pada minta pulang
Jam segitu aja banci baru dandan
I got da money in ma hand
In da club
You ready for another spoiler? Kazza
I've always been a man of bold predictions
And I'm predictin' that this guy right
Here star in the makin'
Comin'
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
to show there is no love
And to any mothafucka tryin to take me
Makin money all day
That's what I'm all about
Silencer on a mission
Amunition no
to show there is no love
And to any mothafucka tryin to take me
Makin money all day
That's what I'm all about
Silencer on a mission
Amunition no
This is how we go
On the move
Grab that money up
Dirt
Wooo
Yeah yeah
X2
I
damn
Pop the world war 2 like Warren pick
Took lil' beat and that's all I'm taking
Gotta holler at my folks get it popping nigga
From every coast hoe mo
the breeze (breeze)
Got my money makin' 'Wop, 'cause I make this shit with ease
All VVS stones, boy, we come from EBT (yeah)
I ain't go to BET (no), I was
Money making missions, one day I'm gone shine
Rollin' through the hood with that thang on my lap
Somebody tell 'em ain't no holdin' me back
Ain't no
and all the rest
All that money we makin don't fault the West
Cause we ain't the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we made it fat
And it
break, it, .down, in the, UN, .KLE, .style
Funky funky beats
Yeah, drums of death, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-uh, straight more money-makin
like Birdman I need that Cash Money
They jetting I'm never quitting that money my only mission
Them Carty's for better vision like L.O lets get get get
boy
I want to count 2 three
I want you 2 break it down and do that Dunkie funkie
Yo, are you ready?? 1...2...3...
Get buck wild!!!
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they make the masses
Attracted to the wack like a magnet, it's a sad mission
Just talkin' bout how I mastered these massive lyrics of ass
Like you in
slang makin hits that thugs feel
demons guard ya grill
when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
dressed in Tom Ford
I tell her keep clappin' that ass just like an encore
Yeah, big pimpin'
She been makin' it clap, no hands
Makin' love
daheime lose 2 chainz issa Vibe, yeah
wildleder timbs i de farbe vom dem sugo (Les)
rumble in the jungle baby mami stoht uf judo
fuck i bruch kei paper i
daheime lose 2 chainz issa Vibe, yeah
wildleder timbs i de farbe vom dem sugo (Les)
rumble in the jungle baby mami stoht uf judo
fuck i bruch kei paper i
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