Lyrics:
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
always dismissed quick
"Stick to singing, stop rappin'", like it's Christmas
And if you're talkin' money, then my conversation shiftin'
My dreams are
checks that are clear, there ain't no way to void it (clear)
My jeans are by fit but this drip right from Fortune (yeah)
And no nigga, I fear, I ain't go
impatient
Always 'bout the money
Never been with hatin'
Believe in loyalty, I had my niggas fight they cases
Don't believe in hope, I tell 'em hold they
helicopter pad
Dropping off a body bag
Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab
Don't interject, don't intercept
You ain't on a jet, you ain't meet a bitch
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
find you if you're hiding, I'm a bounty hunter
In your home, putting dick all down your woman
You come home, we in the bedroom countin' money
I bring
she's a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes.
Gold digger signs from her head to her toes
You here me sayin no don't mess with this dress
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
money on his books and help him out with his appeal
Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave I got your mother
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
wardrobe is-it, now listen
(Chorus)
Make this money, take this money (Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)
Ain't shit
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
and Jay, what
I never stop making money don't give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born
Of course I will I've got it down a wager
That I made I will I want
I know its not the money but the
Satisfaction that I get from winning money
On this
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
suddenly it happened,
I lost every dime.
But Im richer by far
With a satisfied mind.
Money can't buy back
Your youth when you're old.
Or a friend when
I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
a come up
The real mackadocious, the real McCoy
That's right DJ EZ Dicc
This one is strictly for the pimps, players, true money makers
Nothin' but
to say
That I'm the slickest hustla from around my way
Verse 1: Tity Boi
Ay yo. since I was a youth, I pumped weed out and I been had cash money fa real
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
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