MONEY WILL ROLL RIGHT IN i want to be star i'm going to have a car and you'll have to admit i'll be rich as shit HERE I SIT AND GRIN MONEY WILL ROLL
to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up
-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will
of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up
The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip
been a night where my pen don't write There never been a night that I don't rap nice When I'm on the right weed and rolled up tight Hold that mic get
thing pop on the 4 4 Posted up in that same block, I'm in the drop top holdin with that bank roll Young nigga, I'm out chere Can't name a place I can
that's right) She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) So kids say no to drugs (that's right) So you don't act like everyone else does
BANG! BANG! Guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugs Whats really good, what? Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapers I'm getting my money right
fucked up I'm way tore back And I don't give a fuck I got it like that They took a niggas juice I got it right back And now they like 'damn' Now they
psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its fucking insane roll
Mix it up and ?? where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us
you to be my entourage} {If you want then we could take this very far} [Omarion:] Omarion! Let's Go! [50 Cent:] Let's rock and roll baby, lock and
What you supposed to do? And ya man's ain't ya man's And ya friend's ain't ya friend's And ya money ain't yours anymore And niggas wanna count your money
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up
