bullshit lies and jealousy money can't buy you everything they say so you fuck your friends over to get your way you're fucked and you wonder how your money
Fuck the world, this is the end of the line. I've given up believing, it's all gonna turn out fine. It never has, it never will, this angers driving
I look around and all I see, is people drenched in mediocrity. I'm not saying that I'm any better, but I'm sick of waiting for fair-weather. I'm out
(featuring Drake and Diddy) [Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When
There's no one here with you no one looking out for you it's a sick world, you're all alone thinking you're invisible, sit on your throne there's
We're sitting in this darkness, like we're trapped in a cell. I threw away my ambitions, and left my passions in hell. There's noone to turn to, i'm
I'm losing my mind paranoia's got a hold on me there's no place to fucking hide house raids, phone tpas it's all a fucking joke with all this constant
Some days you feel as if you've got nothing left to lose. Some days you feel as if you are all alone. But you have to hold strong. To what you love most
re always there looking over our shoulders, now each and every day, my heart grows colder. They're always watching, keeping their tab's. Who gives a shit about life when there's money
money Atlanta Pimps make they money Florida Pimps make they money Miami Pimps make they money New Orleans Pimps make they money Texas Pimps make they money Arizona Pimps make they money
but a lil' young Cash Money thug Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit Like if-I-can
x1) Verse 2: I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty
the back We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other Fuckin right We click tight Nothin
. (Chorus) B.G. 4x Fuckin' with tha B.G. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me Verse Two: B.G. I ride dirty nigga chopper
out, keep the fuckin gauge out Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money
all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money Just
stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I
[Verse Two: Dramacydal] Now what if me turn this Henessee into a robbery the Prophecy probably suddenly switch and How it supposed to be? And Dirty money
