just fine Yeah it's the money Yeah its the money that i want It's the money Yeah it's the money that I want It's the money Yeah it's the money that
Yeah, it's the money; Yeah, it's the money that I want It's the money; Yeah, it's the money that I want It's the money; Yeah, it's the money that
Übersetzung: Celebrity Deathmath Soundtrack. Money [lit].
Übersetzung: Bed. Money.
fine Yeah, it's the money; Yeah, it's the money that I want It's the money; Yeah, it's the money that I want It's the money; Yeah, it's the money that
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
got it goin on If you come up steppin you'll be lit like a hick So you better chill, cause I got too much money to get A street thug in the motherfuckin
Stand up Salute Devon Stephens Up front is in the building It's the konvict album Yeah Yall done fucked up now I got money now nigga I got enough money
near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit
movin so fast we turnin the dark light! Ya niggaz really don't want no friction from the automatics You niggaz ain't got enough money, sonny, I ain't
in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling season Bottom line money is power And the power mean muscle Money
off, smokin' burners with my dogs, and it's all good baby Everyone who steal the flow, all y'all some hoes Shermed out, let's make some mo' money, I'
double nine style Steadily sendin them bodies undaground [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] It'll be all about that llelo bank roll Betta make that money man, dead
to bow, We say fuck you now, Let loose the strays and i get em, Bet you'll catch em, forget em, snatch AK's and I lit em, So....Speed em up, dont catch
am not who i become but what you made me into oh we got no health insurance no cellular service no disease they can cure but we need more money to burn
: The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
promised land Seabrook, Texas and the small towns in the Gulf of Mexico It was delta country and reminded him of home He worked as a machinist, put his money
