See money get you respect but it also get you dead And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends See money brang power but that's why it gets
Übersetzung: Mac. Geld bekommt es.
Übersetzung: Mac. Geld bekommt.
See money get you respect, but it also get you dead Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends See money brang power, but that's why it gets
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit I represent, real ass niggas fa sho From the Mac to the
them disrespect then they always gone disrespect always have these hoes in line, never whine or dine break them off nine, kick them in they fucking behind its necessary to pimp, gotta mac
bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look
me when it's time to cop [Lloyd Banks:] As the world rotates my cake gets bigger Rap stops selling I'm gonna cook this Nigga Blue cooler than a Mac out
s are bloody and the 100-dollar bill is dirty brown they love me. I mess up my livin' room, the studio with my money, A g-note is purple, grape juice
your life span For what your life's worth this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and live a nice land See I'm a nice man but money turned me to
lifespan And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
-fi-dididee-yay Just give me my check and I'll be on my way Sunny bunny money and funny You ain't even listening and I just took your money [Stat Quo
: (feat. Beanie Sigel, The LOX & Sauce Money) [Sheek] Fuck -- shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers Don't get
at da cloud think she need da heimlich she da chokin kind she gets no burn no smokin sign Metaphor heaven so they approve nicki like my credit score seven mac
in the top. With porche's and keys to a set, So sit back and let the engine breathe a lil bit. Let's Go, But I'm highly in the hoochie holla are-o, Money
penitentiaries When I begin this century so mention me And Imma heat the track up if it's loo of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac
That'll hit you in under five minutes, barkin bitch Starvin pitt, to the point of do or die Whether CRACK-in around or the MAC by my side {HO!} ... Money
And since I'm the president, She tried to catch it on her blouse I tell her, Whooooaa! Easy baby! I'm king cake so she eat the baby! Wait! Shit gets
