Lyrics:
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it (yeah)
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches (Uptown, already, nigga)
Shit, slap a bitch with a pound
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch, I pop that
Young ass nigga wit' a whole lotta money
Lot of bags in, and a lot
soft, she get it back hard
The police kick in the door she take the charge
If a nigga goto jail she run for a nigga
Money orders, business, and go run
soft, she get it back hard
The police kick in the door she take the charge
If a nigga goto jail she run for a nigga
Money orders, business, and go run
for dem (yeah)
I don't touch it, I just leave it up to Tak and dem (what?)
Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then
Lean wit' it (lean
me nobody
When the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin' niggas now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck wit my money
[Wayne]
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionaires
So take it there
[Juvenile]
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer,
you start, I'ma end it, lil' nigga
My partner locked down wit' no sentence
Lil’ nigga
Straight out the dome, salute the lieutenant
Do you get it, lil
ATL Georgia getting game out the 4
The police had came we hid dem thangs in the floor
I mix a lil FUTURE and Lil Wayne wit my flow
I’m at granddaddy
low wen she suckin im pullin her hair while i grip on dat ass
Mcfadden be on go aint no playin i only see money cant wit fuck da rats
Some niggas they
[Lil' Wayne]
Whoa, whoa
The Big Tymers, nigga
Who? Who?
The Big Tymers, nigga
Huh?
Get it right
[Juvenile + (Lil' Wayne)]
Bentley interior - I lay
your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same, just
City!
(Chorus)
This fire is outta control
Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) (x4)
(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)
Yeah, stop
too
He seen his brother hustling so he gotta bag too
Every nigga he know wit money in the streets so he skipped class too
His grandaddy and them played
Longway
By: Luvinnia Flowers
I mean, like, what niggas expect j.
I be telling them, I dont know you b, money, g, bro, hoe, I dont know you.
money like three six five
Keep my money in a shoe box, like i am a drug dealer
She gon give me brain, all you gon get is a hug nigga
You like Lil Wayne
a squirrel in the world tryna get a nut
I'm puttin taxes on the fee for a verse nigga
For tha money get murked nigga
Yeah you fuckin wit the worse niggaz
I let my bitch tote it most of you niggas ain't down to shoot a nigga
Say she bougie wit it she like bae how you want me to do them niggas(for real)
I
'bout my cup, I feel like Lil Wayne (like Lil Wayne)
You gotta ask before you move, you know a nigga made (boy)
Lil' wave, I'm rockin' boat once, this
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in
bitches
They start actin different
Im passive wit em
I ain't even got the time of a day
My time is money
And it's real
Ain't got no time for fake
I want
(Jupe)
That talking ignore it get hit wit a block (Nah)
Cause a conversation overhear by the cops (Nah)
Its the slightest shit, niggas acting like mice
a money tree
I got 3 boys but all of them are one to me
I got Tyre Lil nigga like a son to me
Wild 100s Chi streets gotta keep a gun wit me nigga
I was
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
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