Lyrics:
Communicate for real, hey, baby
Ah, ain't no way your lady's gonna find out
How you really feel, ooh
I was a young shy girl
I thought I found my world in
over here countin' money like
A bankteller on this side
Gettin' to the money, gettin'
Gettin' to the money
You hear that shit clickin'
In the background?
Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie
Get
you wanna go that route
Say you must be crazy (hey girl you must have giddy)
To still want to be my lady, yeeeah (mr lover, come back to me, ha)
that baby, go get that baby
Go get that baby, go get that baby
Get the bag, bag lady
Aye
I don't wanna play no games
Bout my money, this ain't funny
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
girl (PDA)
Spend no money on her (Huh?)
Prove that I'm your world (Okay)
Throw her feet up (hah hah)
Rub all thru my curls (spoil me)
Just spend yo time
the escalade
pop on niggas that be showin me shade.
But only for the Rule cause thats my baby.
Got me down ass bitch with red hair that dont care.
Blaze by
shreed and the cuts
We represent fam nigga what
Givin love to everybody walkin by
Throw your elves in the air if you high
All my ladies and mens this
make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those, marked money we tore
Check, check
This happened for real
Baby Bash
Yeah (haha), Frankie J
Obsession
Well, it's early in the morning
And my heart is feeling lonely
Check, check
This happened for real
Baby Bash
Yeah (haha), Frankie J
Obsession
Well, it's early in the morning
And my heart is feeling lonely
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Uh, trust fund baby
Lump sums, baby
Got a bunch of 'em, baby
Not some money, baby
Got much money, baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin', baby
By
Communicate for real, hey, baby
Ah, ain't no way your lady's gonna find out
How you really feel, ooh
I was a young shy girl
I thought I found my world in
Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
my baby
She get me outta jams or tight situations
Little man got no gun at point ain't no limitation
She got me in that thang sittin' on them
there, I've been there for you)
Girl, you know that it's true
(Aw yeah, out here getting it baby)
Never ever let the money stop
Dirty police trying
(Lady) you say you want my babies
Girl, if that's a fact (lady)
Then melt into me, lady
As though we were wax
Erase all my maybes
Would you do that
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