I'd never trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I'd never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world. I'd never trade my only
never trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I?d never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world. I?d never trade my only boy for
trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I?d never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world. I?d never trade my only boy for all
and done for light years Talking me and you, the world is ours, All we need is our love money and the power [Dirty Money:] My love, your love, your
Lil Wayne:] I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
blood Then hit back where I'm stay Third world we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay shots off to MIA [Verse 8: Rick Ross] More money more problems
nothin Huffin and puffin I got you rookies All in check doin the redneck boogie The king is back to retract the whack Repacked my sack with a double back pack Forget all
: [feat. Rick Ross & Ab Liva] [Pusha T:] It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a bitch you can't shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest
red I ain't trippin don't wanna let the killas in blue start me Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party With Diddy and Jim Jones, Juele and Rick Ross, Cat Fay
in that bitch with my ego and got cash I demand you to raise your hand and Pledge Allegiance To The Swag [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] World got no money
: (feat. Rick Ross) [Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker
off in dey club everybody know it's me now it's 106'n park I'm Mr.B-E-T fell off in dis club all night shirt on same color as a can of sprite, and all
: (feat. The Game, Rick Ross) [Intro: Sean Kingston] (Rick Ross) {The Game}] Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) {And the doctor's advocate
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star
a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my fucking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody
your ass a raspberry beret Been in the building muthafucker we ain't never escape Cash Money is the army, Veteran's Day The block got hotter, the World
