Lyrics:
Money
Cke 2015
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Yeah
Them can’t live life without money
All Mattie want is money money
Want cook food and you want yard clean clean
Work and sweat
bystanders
You the baddest in the city thats by my standards
It don’t matter, it don’t matter no
It don’t matter, it don’t matter no
It don’t matter no
It
Set and clean
Fruit produced by heaven's King
VERSE
This is Pastor I
Asking the mass to rise
If you evangelize
Don't make it a bad
game is filthy it's time to clean it up
They want to kill me but I don't give a fuck
This game is filthy it's time to clean it up
They tried to kill me I
buyin' 'em drinks
Walk around, lookin' like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when
the yellow pages, and it said you're good at this stuff, so I just, I gotta give it a shot, just kick this whole cigarette thing...
Dr. stewart: so smoking is
and that can is missing
That ain't a Cola though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over
Apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers
two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Sit back and inhale the clean air (Clean air)
'Cause in the future when you see me daily living, you'll wish you was here (Was here)
This is
plus you stylish
I wonder what your sign is
You gotta be a Gemini
The way you strutting by in them heels
Got that mass whip appeal
Baby face, slim waist,
Yall dying for yall set?
Don't you gotta fam you gotta serve and protect?
All that money ain't clean nor is power or respect
Worship tha Lord don't
to admit
I don't want to, but it's time I did
Now all the secrets I buried deep
Are coming clean, coming clean
The hidden parts that You've always seen
Are
nothing I can't do
I've been redeemed by precious blood
That washed me clean clear thru
I'm blessed beyond all measure The bible says its true
I'm quick
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me...
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
believe me if i told you
I've been to hell and back and made it back alive
And a hundred percent of 'em telling stories but sixty percent is lies
I been
a rider fuck a license
She don't want the money what's your type then
Ginuwine you changed my life it so exciting
Lotta bitches say they care for me care
milligrams with a gun in your hand
Directionless, directionless
Memories of combat on your head
Rain can't soak what is not there
Rain can't soak what is
we'll all be dead
And you'll wish you'd never felt the pain
Loan is up it's time to pay
Just don't pull me by the chain, yeah
There is nothing left
I’m not there at home with you.
I’m busy on the road
I got to do a show or two
It’s crazy how we started
Now look at
At what we’ve grown into
I know I
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest
so I'll tell you right now when it's on it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
[Verse 1 -
Painting brings peace
I create blue flowers, with gold stems
It is all beautiful
I create the world the way I like it
I keep my Solar Plexus area clean
For
oscuro aquí)
What the hell is wrong with me
I feel so lost, so who is me
I feel so empty in my mind
I want to take it out and die
Feel so alone these
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