made me made loot and made off Uh, what? I said Vanessa made me, made loot and made off [Hook to fade] Man makes the money, money never makes the man
made me made loot and made off Uh, what? I said Vanessa made me, made loot and made off [Hook to fade] Man makes the money, money never makes the man Man
Hard to get and it's hard to hold Just like a rose that's soft to touch Love has thorns and it hurts so much Well then why must the same love That made
t let you) take it back 'Cause I know love's What made you say that What made you say that Was it the moonlight, was it the starlight in your eyes What made
I know Cause I want you to know That I know Cause I want you to know That I know Cause I want you to know That I just (God made man And his reason)
: [feat. B.o.B.] [Verse 1: Jessie J] Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the tale comes first, And the truth
t let no nigga punk me I'm a gangsta, I'm a donkey I'm whatever you wanna call me but I ain't no bitch - a made man, man made handle that when I feel
: Wassup man Look, this for my people You heard me my dog Man I miss my dog My dog know I miss him to But I feel it man I feel them all in my heart I
if I feel played do what I gotta do Nowadays I don't play with that K in my hand You don't know from last album, I'ma made man Uptown where I'm from -
make sure that nigga wet deck [hook] [T.I.:] Call me triple-O.G. pussy nigga gon see You come with that disrespect and you know what it gon be Call me triple-O
O] Now nobody move (nobody get hurt) Nobody move (nobody get hurt) C'mon, nobody move (nobody get hurt) Tell me what you came to see? (Daddy-O doin work!) [Daddy-O
it safe, I never give it away No, no, no, no Chorus You should know, I never plan to let you go You should care I made my promise to be here Made for
my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock
vehicle and I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want
made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should whip me I done made it this far can
ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine They going hand to hand Since The Real Roxanne You want beef we could handle it man to man
: (feat. Betty Wright) Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man For so long and you think you got him
furniture from horn to tail four decades a spitting image of the animal I portrayed at Maddox Table a yoke was carved for my neck was tailor made o