my baby a little plastic ring It's a money thing and I got none It's a money thing and I got none It's a money thing, I gotta make some money I stare
Übersetzung: Low Millions. Money Thing.
I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that
for you to get back in me My gun clap ?? start spinnin' and take many Plenty of slugs hit you Can you picture a young rapper Fourteen ?? black master million
low My boy King B was bringin' 3 mo Come one come all if you can hang But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing Clay D got the bottle and i got
a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
turning an individual suffer with the jail... inhale making you forget the money Money it seems young black things triple beans dreams make them ... Fucking make a million
fuck the law now" Rawest niggas in the town Ready to thug and go down Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto Let me see you throw them things and
and now they all blogging about the hotness Datpiff hot this week with a million comments The big new thing read about me in the comics Under high and low
s makin' money like Billy Costigan While Webby's in CT grindin' for Washingtons But it's straight yo, I'm havin' a great time And I realize some of these things
one boy [VERSE 1: DRAKE] Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down by nineteen i might seem desitend for millions
they hand us the twat Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop On the low, we still fucking them cops Pretty things from all precints, friday
mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold Platinum in my mouth bitch Shoot you in your face, shit Uptown gangsta bitch, 100 million dollar shit All this money
And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low, I shave them things And put 'em right back together, I made them things [
's and the base well And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves Where we call the cops the A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low
do That was back when I had no crew, I switch that Now I'm strong with niggaz who felt Sonny was wrong My money's long his money is weak, he's losing
horse race Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Well I'm paranoid at the things
