Lyrics:
'e money through di zelle
If you don't have zelle, cash app or paypal 'e
Or send it by the gram
Ok Mr. Haynes, have a pleasant day today
Your package
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
drop
Mr. JB
Mr. JB - get up!
When I was a little kid dreaming about fame and fortune
The only way I could succeed I thought
was by singing and dancing
They want to hear say…
The goody bag e don set ohh
E don set ohh
Lord make it rain ohh
Make the money bag to rain ohh
Money bag
Tribal young brown melz cali
We here work got to get this money go to work
Im gonna get this money work I gotta get this money
Go to work Im gunna
like Adam and Eve
I won't be mad if she leave (go)
They askin' me why I ball hog, I'm tryna get us a ring (yeah)
She keep that lil' pussy bald, I call
I’m just another fool played by Mr. Satan
Another victim with his body vacant
I’m taken aback by the fact that my greed had got the best of me
All for
put in work
From the bottom of the block (Southside)
Always been one of them
Getting caught by the cops (Pigsty)
Nevah been one of them (Woaaa)
Nevah
put in work
From the bottom of the block (Southside)
Always been one of them
Getting caught by the cops (Pigsty)
Nevah been one of them (Woaaa)
Nevah
got pressed by my dawgs that's wilding
Cause you a sus got pressed by my dawgs that's wilding
Mr. Fuckeverybody, too much hatred
I learned to be
(A new and improved 2021)
16 on 16
(Fanbase out here growin' like the garden from Adam and Eve)
(I can take you places you just gotta believe)
With my homies on the side
Ballin' like it's Mike
I'm not surprised
I just do what I like
Only good vibes
Nice weather in July
Mr. Nice guy keeps me
Mr
Yea, I’m another wave now
Money train
Next thing we hear is weddin’ vows
Diamond band on my left hand
A honest woman
Times a honest man
This is God’s
on the floor who’s leaving seat up?
Oh gotta’ be… you (Mr)
Playing cards games recognising the cheater
Ya red handed and stranded
Thoughts eat you alive like
song about it
Why don't you sing it
Ring the alarm here comes the Com
Call me Mr. Hollywood, check it out!
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
Mr. Clean, bars are clean
In other words
I'm rockin' em
Sockin' em
In my genes
Within my DNA
So I'm comin clean
I must admit I make a mean rap
Goin'
try hail me
No be my power nor by might
But I still de grind
News caster
Mr public speaker
News caster
You don carry wetyn big pass your mouth o
winnin'
They follow me everywhere like Mr. Feeny
I'm in the cut like I don't have a feelin'
I walk through this bitch like a caught by
Not playing with
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
gently by the arm,
Then it said to him with its sacred charm:
"Rise and walk with me, you won't be harmed"
It quietly led him towards the great window,
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
money I sent
Must take a lot of pork barrels to run the government
And hey, Mr President our kids in the middle east
I guess you gotta fight sometimes
Play a ting called "Trash and Ready"
Written by Mr cat the Wild Apache
The man called
The greatest selectah ah di equator
Can't cross the border cah
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
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