Lyrics:
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
Ok, I'm shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper,
Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
never say it
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules, you gotta pay (you gotta pay)
I done made it
screaming, hot lattes, the roses
My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Children of all ages, I
babes!
You know how it goes, right?
Sing it with me!
We goin down--
Downtown
Into the club,
Downtown
Chillin with my homeys.
With my nice new car.
I don't
the greatest on the, mic
I'll be the greatest on the, mic
Who the greatest? Mike
Who the greatest? Mike
You ain't got a punchers chance in the ring with me
I'm with Crypt on barstools talkin' rep, cars and pool
Tryin' to build foundation with no garage and tools
With a squad that bruise anybody who act
with Trip again (fye)
I'm still stuck on what you said, what the fuck you mean you scared? (Huh?)
Since they keep me on they mind, I'm tryna put one in
back
Just hit the road with bro, ain't coming back till 50 in my hand
Boy, you ain't never blew your pole, always got a pistol in your hand
Just hit her
hit with a Drake
Stay in my lane go straight
It's a marathon not a race
I be on my grind like a skate
Gettin money my only escape (who remember that)
would've been fucked Vicky
I came from the projects with chains on my neck
Dashawn went first n**** tell me who next
You wasn't even there I couldn't even
who dig
The super supreme, one of the team of three
See I'm one of the best with most finesse
I really suggest you do not mess
Or try to test
Now I'm functioning with different figaz
Never functioning with new niggas
Chase account going stupid with my new figaz
You switched up when I was
a quit's when
The odds on your side
There's nothing even to forfeit with
It's your favorite sound! Bouncing
Harder than a check
For five mil' from 50 Cent's
with a blue eye
No I'm not talking about my baggy eye or baggy pants
Cuz I wouldn't give two cents if 50 cent
Told me that he got presents
I'm just
That’ll be day that they pop off on me
Rock off with me
Let’s go live on mars where the martians be
Cause I can’t hang with these niggas who talk to me
Fake
unpatriotic for you to disrespect my right
To peacefully protest a song that only truly applies if you're white
It is unpatriotic when you bully with your upper
who you talking to facetime
Don't come over here it aint safe slime
I got this fifty on me you can take nine
I get right with a nigga no fair ones
I
high she keep asking me why
Won't say a word fore I tell you a lie
Been making this dough by my lonely it's fine
Rodeo Drive I'm enjoying the sunset
Say less, blew him
In the west, I'm rim
Want some, they come
Who's first lads? One by one
Tell me how many times you dogs got, got
We took
the trap
How you for the people but will serve the same people crack
Tip toeing with the mag
Selling white boy to blacks
Subtracting us with what you add
You
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