Lyrics:
fakin' it, yo' life I'm takin' it
Hollow points bullets racin' it
Niggas ain't makin' it
When I bust
Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
ain't even
Man I swear that I can't even breathe
Think I might need CPR
Someone call the EMT
Every time that I get paid
Money that I'm makin isn't mine
help but smile on me
I be eating so good. My stomach got a 2 pack. All Eyez on Me
Getting that, wanting that money I'm switching my mood up I got me
[Chorus: Lil Caesar]
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[x2]
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches givin
Now my momma bigger than me in the hood I swear
Fast free we all good out here
Like Big Sean, 2 Chainz just to make my motherfucking point clear
Like
makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga
Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga
Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion
Smokin'
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
under)
Why they hatin' so hard?
It's a wonder
(I don't know)
Niggas makin' noise, chocolate thunder
(Haha)
Gettin' to the money like we been doin'
(Ayy)
We
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
blowing up hot like a nuke
My white boys copping by the two's
Time running out, what you about to do
Me and that money so fucking locked in, man our
round off trumpets fade around us
Bailin through the motherfuckin mud and rain niggas on a mission
Shirt full of bloodstains but I'm still livin
Cause I
Bootyful!
(Jay ya beautiful)
Yo I'm trying to be Bootyful!
Big booty bitches makin' money for being bootyful
(Jay ya beautiful)
I'm trying to be Bootyful!
the Rollie, the Patek (Ice)
I got her drippin' and she wet (Wet)
Rich Forever, that's the set (Woo)
Ain't get no money, you in debt (Debt)
I was juggin' by
situation) [ad-libs]
Dilemma how do you want it
Touch da mic Makin you vomit
Dilemma gotta deal with it
So solid were all bout it (X2)
Get get, get loose
fitness
And I ain't easily diverted by verdicts
From people who think they know a thing or two
See, I done lost plenty but I got it back in a few
I lost
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
the money we makin’
Face it, if you ain’t got a brand then you basic (Damn)
I don’t think they understand
I don’t believe in no droughts (Nah)
Bitch I got
me
God and this money hey homie is all I needed
I let you get ahead, it doesn't mean I've been defeated
A plus, no shortcuts bitch I never cheated
I
45 with a straight beam
You should spit with the A Team
Now my mission's to make cream
All for the greed of money
Niggas will leave you blunted
I'm
keepin' them bills paid and meals in the mouths of many
A noble job if any
Money ain't everything but everything makes me want it
But won't dishonor my
I do the same
Makin all these moves it ain’t nothin new
Countin all this money got me feelin blue
We can make a killin whatchu wanna do
All you
stepped his connect up
But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas
They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas
So one day when he was
on my mother
Money makin' motherfucker, car crack every summer
Remember we did a couple moves, then we rented out a fuckin' Hummer
We said that we
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