Lyrics:
From them Benjamin Franks to them Tommy's
My ambition my mission is to this money
Fo I could speak before it was mommy
The first word I St-Struggled
, money)
I was trying to get my money up
Lay a op flat like tummy tuck
I be talking money like a bank teller
Play B-I-G then we hit 'em up
Playbook
Like my sons
They act up I gotta spank em
Never claimed to be a thug
Never claimed to be a gangsta
Just a real nigga
Learned from O-G's
I Gotta thank em,
haters I don't give a fuck
Ridin' round with that forty and that nina with the thirty
Yeah
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell
I know my ni**as gon' ride
If not got Nina by my side
I no them niggas ain't live
Rolling we're smoking pine
Oh green yeh damn
Now Im posted in
the Benjamins
If you by my side you gone benefit
Money, money
That's what we got
We on the job, and piling up
We always working that's non stop
Money, money
play with you nigga's, I don't play with the hoes
I don't play by the money, play it just how it go
Only play with my son, only play with my daughter
on the stamps like me
But I grew up wanting to be rich so I made a little wish
Damn my Mama going to be pissed
When she find out I'm a g
When she find out I'm a g
But mi affi live up
Weh yu say mi g 7 g
Fimmi dogs them a pedigree
Straight up straight up
When yu see mi chop a money drop
Anybody have the food better
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
A fine line between yours and my grind
And it's divided by Benjamin's and fine wine
I got friends I got foes I got family
I got aquaintences who say
the jakes look like we racing
I see a risk to get some money best believe that Ima take it
Hoe ass nigga tryna be funny on my momma bitch I hate it
Got a beam
smoke the shit out of cans
Sayin' Young you just might have you a business, you need a plan
Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me
Marriage seemed like the ideal thing.
Now these men want hoes and the women want dough
Friends dead, like I'm Stoney
So I'm always on my grind. Money pull
shop with it
Give my ho 10 g's
Tell her to spend the shit
See my hotgirl ride lexus coup , bitch
And she got the matchin roly-o
Floss your shit
if you're lucky, you'll stay friends with me
I'll be a businessman, richer than Nina's daddy
Donald Trump and I on the links, and he's my caddy
My
I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man so where the dollars
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
Benjamin
With no camo on us we militant
Cameras stay on us, we killing shit
I woke up and went to the dealership
That's not my girl, I'm just hittin' it
This for my tattooed bullet wound duck thugs
My money gettin on the grind
Tryna come up thug
Certified nationwide ya whatsup thugs
I could'ntleave
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about
[Chorus]
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My
money pitch that's that c note
That that paper stack bwoy violate get knock
Never get my hands dirty boy I got my thugz for that
Watch the way you move
don't see no money
I gamble wit my life but this isn't casino money
Squash you like a flapjack with this G21 I call this stick my blackjack
Headshots only
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