ain't got my capital money to eat money to hold heat money for flowers lots of money to own streets money from sellin' cassetes money and assets money
Übersetzung: 8ball. Get Money.
t got my capital money to eat money to hold heat money for flowers lots of money to own streets money from sellin' cassetes money and assets money I be
' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' [Verse 4: Lloud Banks] The Double L O Y D Get put on an I.V Tryin ta try
you gimmick Give the people back they money You told me to bow down? Cuz u supposed to be a vet? You a tennis ball You get knocked around on every set
Dont Know I Just Know I Gotta Get Some So Ruthless, When I Fuck Better Duck When You See Me Whip Pac In The Truck Rolling Like A 8 Ball Now Lemme Break
forensics have fun! - What? [Repeat Chorus:] [Outro:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get
your face but he wants your ass clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love
jeopardizin your livin here! But don't make me to get my dier and have to boo-ya! Some of the niggaz gon have to get down, cause we'll do y'all If you
so they can see me baby Money I get, know that shit Yeah he paid, notice it Sleepin who, no can do Motivation, ocean view How I get it Bitch U trippin
bitches) I'm so hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See all i know is that i go and get my money Again and again top down Let the money blow in the wind The
: Men singing: Jealous! (8X) Girls voice: (Talking over the singing) Jealous!?! What he mean jealous, know what I'm saying? He just mad cause he got
these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda Takin' your orders, I'm the bolder promoter Went from rocks to 8 balls, half
, you know the side, bitch You know the side, bitch, huh, ah [Ice Cube] Fuck you, if you don't think I get money I get it all day, standing in the hallway
stout, yellow purt [?] I hope one of these ol' bitch bitch-ass niggaz don't cross that line and get hurt Money what we came to get, money what we represent
strange Every word I use dont mean two thangs Uhhhhh... It ain't the way its da principle (uhh) what kind of student make mo money than da principal
sixes 30s, deuces, 34s ya trippin Blowing horse ashantis Fugates, bugattis, for ones, lambs [Verse 1: Gucci] Man I'm always stuntin, my money makin money
