see is that money (money, money) Money (money, money) A list of things that my people need but first is money (money, money) Money (money, money) It ain
that money (money, money) Money (money, money) A list of things that my people need but first is money (money, money) Money (money, money) It ain't like
: (feat. Young Hot Rod, Freeway, Spider Loc, M.O.P., ...) [Loyd Banks:] Aiyo what up? Its ya boy Lloyd Banks Aka Blue Hefner Ya now tuned into Mic Pass
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money
want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow
nigga movin' kilo Shit don't stop cuz i can make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy
chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway, deep in LA. -
a get ya boy! [Freeway:] Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeah!) Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeeeah!) We get gully! - And we get money
nigga it good to be back From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe And the mission was money was gold Everyone nutty when money
It To My Nigga Motherfucker Better Pick Up Your Gun; You Better Prepare Got My Eyes Closed, Let The Smoke Go Everywhere, 45 On The Freeway, Nigga, Give
: He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his cocaine And headed thru Balboa Park Where the
betta be street Second Verse: Beyonce (DC) We like dem boys up top from the BK {BK} Know how to flip that money three ways {Three ways} Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway
you have a job? Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker. I just spend all my money buying weed. Ya know, it helps me work longer So I can make more money
: Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick, Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go... Verse 1 8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin, And my 8 album
: I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
You know what they say, don't put up the AK Cuz my money gettin longer than the white lines on the freeway Play and blaze haze, sunshine, I'm sun raised
pack that uhaul full of cash Spread the love, time to grub Gotta show momma I'm the one Praise the lord that I'm alive Just throw that money in the sky