Lyrics:
[Repeat: x2]
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
[Stlyes]
Can't
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
(Tilla)
Smokin on purps like colour
Real nigga pie nigga waddup?
Fuckboy looking 2 stripes on the come up
Been on the run up; fuck a bad bitch with
Check this out.
[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D O double G built
We got honey cream silk and milk
We make that big bank
to
I've already planned for your every move
So by the time you went and you switched on me I already knew
That guy was never as hard as I
No matter how
having
I smoke out the pack ain't no 3.5
Backwood big as a bee hive
He just a trick I don't treat guys
They tryna get by nigga we high
He say he like how
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
If am getting no more Hight..
Check my account..
My money tall..
Got no wings..
Got lot of flight..
I got chicks from Dubai...
Shawty get
gats do e best
If I snooze me I f*ck up
But if I loose I go do more
Dorime for you, no be bobo something
Make e no be like say we Dey spend much money
die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy
First thing's
Não tenho tempo autoclismo pra essa honey
Eu sou maníaco só tou a pensar em money
Ye shit too funny ela diz pra eu lhe chamar mommy
Eu tou a brincar
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
With my knees in the saddle
them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by
everybody wanna know me
But, I don't even know myself
Everybody ask for my money
But, I don't wanna share my shit
I just wanna be alone
No love cause I don't
No one's controlling me, yuh
Whippin' up honey
You might call me buggy, with two bands
Growing my hive, this is God's Plan
Come 2025, I'm a businessman
the bases are loaded
No controlling this wave
By storm
We in the eye of it
Calmly sweeping all enemies
And Dodge Challengers
Blessed be the one
With wicked
Draco got a lil kick back
Break a xanny bar down
Like a kit kat
No chit chat
Where them zips at
Addict number two number one had a relapse
Feeling
to get my money right
Keep my honey tight
Real bitches love my life
One of the fewest doing this shit
How I do it
Rockin the new exclusive the swagger is
that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep
And everybody watched they step
Cuz word on the street was he was no joke
Had everything from crack,
(Yeah)
(Thinks she loves me too)
Deceiving by the look you'll never know
Give a hundred they gon' flex it just for show
Like the money coming fast
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go
Everyday i got two wit me cuz these
Niggas pretentious
Can’t give no fuck about a nigga Who ain’t grindin they useless
They see me winning everyday that’s
feet been honey
One turned two, make two turn lucky
Three turn five, still need more money
Smoke more trees till knees get gummy
And I ran these streets
the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit
Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million
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