I'm Sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know You like what you like, I like what I like Thats what we doing what we like to do Sauce money
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Cent ! 50 Cent It’s bottle after bottle The money ain’t a thang when you party with me Its what we into its simple We ball out of control like you wouldn
the cost, this is authentic and nothin' that's dealin' with them world-wide bosses! We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! We keep 'em in a frenzy
now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor double checkin everything, now it all looks cool now we rollin to the border like we used to do we pulled
that be makin the clubs say "What" Gettin love, and making the club say "What" Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick Any sauce that got hits,
Bone thing what? Cause I love some money Funky, filthy, dirty money And I... really hope ya dont owe me Cause I.. really love my money Ya die I
the Gangsta Fun Band! We'll be right back with Violent J [Announcer: (Playa hata:)] Do your homies have money? Are you broke? (Yeah.) Do bitches look
a joke? Now who got the last laugh? Now take these bullets with you to hell [Sauce Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So
: (feat. Sauce Money) [Jay-Z, (Sauce)] [Jay-Z talking:] Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this... [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put
: (feat. Big Jaz, Sauce Money) [Sauce Money] Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain
t care what it costs us Now I'm with NERD with a pit full of Martians I guess you could say that we fly like saucers Zapping at niggas, with classing
we famous Wicked women want me cause I came up This is were the homies trip and say what Yo we from the show get my money and we pay up Got on my Five
really wanna step to me We can do it in the street and get'em up with these [x4] You don't really wanna fuck with me We can do it in the street and
that be makin the clubs say "What" Gettin love, and making the club say "What" Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick Any sauce that got hits
want to (Want to) And then tell me what you won't do (Won't do) Why you gonna lie to me (I don't know) [Tre' Little] What up girl, wit you an' your
: (with Gudda Gudda) [Gudda Gudda] Ok Im sippin on the syrup Got a n-gga moving slow I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch
gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin, we
