I don't want your money, I don't need a thing I don't need a thing 'cause all I want is you I want to be your natural man, I don't need your money I
pride I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't
Übersetzung: Chicago. Ich will nicht dein Geld.
I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't like that
that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my hustle
: FREEZE! I'm Ma Baker - put your hands in the air, gimme all your money - This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat from ol' Chicago town She
of a high hat Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die Shinin on everybody for the world to
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck! Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking
group don't hit That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the
) Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste
Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled
don't shine Killers don't talk, little kids don't mind Men don't work, don't take care of babies You bought my album but bootleggers don't pay me City
mask he's Superfreak I told him, ?Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses ?bout your baby mommy ?cause your child support money don't fix
wrong? My weed gone! Who stole it? - I don't know, y'all motherfuckers tell me I broke it up and left the room to get a light from LV I came back and
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no
and to the S, yes Oh, yeah, ah I don't want nothin' I don't got I don't need nothin' but you I can't get more than you given me Don't stop anything
that I fell off but now I'm attacking the field All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down Crush blocks of MC's, I ain't playing around Yo, you heard me