Lyrics:
find out it just won't save you
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
You think that having money brings joy and peace to you
But
And we stacked the money
Snitches we coming for your bitches
This rap verse ebi your dishes
To be great Thomas that's my wishes
I'm taking your mrs
Low key
[C-Bo]
Yea let's get this money though my nigga
Ahh man fucking on us man fucking on us
Man I'm not going back to prison nigga
I already got two
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson
Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country
Founding fathers
to plan all this shit
All of that doubt, rejection
They don't accept you
Yeah I felt all of that shit
All of that money I could've been saving
I was just
stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
Ryan
(Bro, we can't say that)
I hit 'em with the TAZER
NAME REDACTED
All this money, it don't phase her
She was in the hood
Yeah, you know I had
constructed
By good ole' Thomas Ryman back in 1882
I wonder what he'd think
If he could smell the stink
Where the Rey eyed Stranger Willie Nelson spewed
Watch
I guess the jig is up
Now all I know is I'm about to wake this nigga up
Yeah that hindsight, 20/20, now niggas dead on the money
Trying to take
gang money.
Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that
freedom for our blacks because we mentally slaves
They wanna lure you wit money and try to dig up yo grave
They know that blacks love Money women
things
Money dey ooze for ma body stinking things
Fine girl by my side
She's seeing things
She's feeling things
She's singing things ye
Omo no ragging
paper niggas back to wearing Levis
Money money money my motto i D-I-E by
You see I never sleep I, gotta GET GET GET that cheese ahh
Cant see me nigga my
And for all the rappers that don't care
Just grab them niggas by the neck, kick they ass up outta here
24 hours to save hip-hop
24 hours until
the Lord (Gang, gang)
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (yeah)
I walk by fate, he had rid my pipe
I smoke with demons
the club wit'cha broad, this what money do
This what money do, get you some hater
I was screamin' "Don't Save Her," was you, listenin'?
Kept twinkle
and the money and wealth
Imma do that with the cards I was dealt
Imma do that with the cards I was dealt
I remember all those feelings I felt
All calculated just
Got a hustle that never quit
Now I never worry about styles that never fit
My thoughts go wild but I trust'em cuz they legit
I knew I had a purpose
consistent, yeah
I'm going through Hell just to get to you again
I make millions by myself, but I need you to win
Money couldn't buy real love, real friends
dare you to try and erase it
Lord of the cadence I'm praying I make it and stay there
Never go blind by the rays of the shine that I'm chasing
Get money
(Fabolous)
Ayo money is the root of evil I thought
But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out like
took my life, now I ride by it
Cup runneth over, grace and mercy pouring
Good news, Christ saves, salvation like some good insurance
Geico or Gecko, man
All around my town you see us going nuts
We on that nutty buddy, bitch we acting up
Yeah I save that money, catch me on the bus
Logo on my shirt woah
juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm
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