But too much money, sometime's a problem When someone thinks that he could do Just anything he wants to do Yes, too much money, sometime's a problem If money
Übersetzung: Monsters des Mittags. Zu viel Geld.
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
money talk The smart money's on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk I don't do too much blogging I just run the town, I don't do too much jogging (Unh) I
his satellite was crispy Uhh, yall can miss me with the money talk The smart moneys on Hov, f-ck what the dummys talk I don't do to much blogging, I
] Word to my nigga Bugs, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much
: (feat. Solomon Childs) [Intro: movie sample] Though we stand in the shadow of death The lord is our God [Hook: Ghostface Killah] It's so much that
they wanna bang, Don't get your ass caught up like Lil' Wayne! I'm too WestCoast for the WestCoast Too Fresno to suritos - Too soul food and burritos!
street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much
they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for
nigga fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too i drop bombs im in the booth in a army suit and im armed to shoot and imma marksmen too and you're the target
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue I talk too much shit I eat pussy
, and force niggaz to think So if you need to dance so fuckin much then buy Nsync Startin a movement to move men Motivational millimeter mouth or repeated and need a monster
The smart money's on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk I don't do too much blogging I just run the town, I don't do too much jogging I ain't got a scar
to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue I talk too much shit
seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
