Lyrics:
by me
Not having his baby, till I am his lady
Till I am his, (Girl I'm twenty-two)
Twenty-two
With no children
Like to have some fun
Every day I wake
Mr. Nescafe
No, no, stop
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, Trap
You the fuck up, nigga
Fuck up, nigga
Nigga, nigga, one time a show, two times a set, nigga
We
a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
No need to bring a gun, come and get some
Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
Stay
but your bitch said she love it
I told the team we gotta keep this money coming
I can't do none, with no drama
What the fuck you finna bitch, call my
I would die for you honey
Just to see you again
You work hard for your money
And your time's all you have
Shed tears for you baby (oooh)
Like oceans
And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
And all money ain't good money
But everybody want the cream and honey
took
Not understanding all I did was try and nuke my dreams
Got no money, got no following, how dare I dream
About these accolades, acquaintances, I have
the grass, no Gucci, but I still flex
Moving weight on mass, and I still got the cash
I did some maths, by 21, I gon have bare racks
I got bare guns make that
And I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight
Wake up late, honey put on your clothes
And take your credit card to the liquor store
Well
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone
if it smells funny
Then back it up honey
I want the money y'all
I need the money y'all...
the family
We start from the bottom
We hustle for better
When we got no money
We get allergies
I wanna ball in Mercedes
Two seater with hitters
We fucking up
beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown
Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey?
A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money
Down
estilo Pagani
Quiero un grammy pa darcelo a mami
Mucho dinero y decir money money
Darcelo a ella mi honey honey
Todos los dias hacer yummy yummy
Quiero
And I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight
Wake up late, honey put on your clothes
And take your credit card to the liquor store
Well
honey
Our riches come from above
Together we can
Be more than just one can
Two true believers deep in love
We'll get by
You and I
In this world
Please
아주 멀어
I go further so you gon 돈 벌어
돈벌어 도움없이 달려왔지 들려마치
A Tribe Called Quest
So can I kick it, one for the fam
Two for the money three for the 거리
I spend
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
know that you no go mind say
Close the door make we do am your way
I know that you like
You like what I like
I want you by my side
Want you by my side
on cash hand on glock
Gettin money evading cops
Milk n honey I need that guap
All that runnin it's time to stop
Gimme that bread or get this lead
All that
the money
Westcoast mafia
I gave the gangbanging like fuck the money now I see
My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage
Prescious my life
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
daddy's so worried
Cause I Ain't got no money
Got what you like
I'll make you gum wrapper Flowers cause That's All I can Give
Ain't got no money on me honey
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