Money for Gods sake Art for Arts sake Money for Gods sake Gimme the readys Gimme the cash Gimme a bullet Gimme a smash Gimme a silver gimme a gold Make
: Where they at [8X] [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must
Show und schmei? nach dir, mit Whiskyflaschen. (Akk!) Hook: Favorite: 2x Junge, was los? Du willst beef? Wenn ich meine Uzi zieh'. Wozu cashes mehr
're not up there Teesha, Ranesha, Pamela, Renee I'm the king of the night, I'm 'bout to have it my way Girls lookin' good up in VIP Low key gold diggers
dirty game Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash
to bail to barely on probation They got a player facin three strikes, and we might just blast God bless the child that can get cash But all these niggaz
stitches, play the game with BB britches. When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and bitches I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash, and masses
ya He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold
moms [50 Cent] The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass in a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only
sum thin like dis I want 12 disc changers 11 filly blunts 10 carot gold 9 sega tapes 8 gold teeth 7 pairs of jeans 6 pints of beer 5 fresh gold
gone cat Well, I wanna be where there's some trash Don't care if I spend my cold hard cash I wanna be, be right where there's trash I've got a hand full of gold
up a score, oooh the price is right Dealers looking round, wheel is turning round Coming round on you CHORUS: Some sin for gold Some sin for shame Some sin for cash
nur fur unsere Jungs ich wunschte Mustafa und Samir waren heut' noch unter uns und ich wunsche meinen Feinden viel Erfolg mache eine ChaboNation Platte danach gehe ich Gold
, bete ihn um Vergebung du Schmock, Hunderttausend Einheiten, Junge reden is Gold, Schweigen is Silber, Shit ich leb den Erfolg, praaa 2x Was willst du tun wenn dein Cash
like brother emcees Raised by the same pop and mother emcees While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable Leavin me the cash amount, that
J-Ro [J-Ro] I make Swiss cheese, French bread and US lettuce A nigga gotta eat, that's why I rock beats Ice bling like Iceland, gold like the coast
really don't Check this out [Verse] What kind of man would leave you standing in the cold Must have been a silly one to sacrifice a pot of gold Your
the co- fu man How much is enough to support you man? I got a nigga in the jam, I am Sittin in the cell with no bail but I got cash Man I tell ya'll women