And now it's m-m-money g-g-gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Money gone, yeah Money gone My nigga g-got the 40 sh-shootin' dice He said what they h-hittin' for Sp-Spice
Übersetzung: Spice 1. Geld weg.
g-g-go And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, O [CHORUS] Money gone Money gone I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin on I deal with m-m-money g-g-gone The
fly ass can?t be stopped no flight delay gotta a crew of bad bitches call em the nice girls yo b-tches look scary but she aint no spice girl it?s 9am
spice 1 On the court, game point, fade away, nice one same court where the fiends get they white from hustle till the night come crouch down low, with a pocket full of money
parline Matter of fact had more flava Than Kool-Aid and Ovaltine You know what I mean? She got my back to the end She gone always be my girl And gone
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
ha You know I gotta lil' some some y'all probably dobe been thru before If you're a real hustler, then you know somethin about dis Peep game! What you know about a, good girl gone
[verse 1] koopa, i said i never cheat on my money, it's funny how hos don't belive me, watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because im greedy
love Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love in this game (spice 1
Blam 187 Straight murder display from L.A. to the Bay West side my nigga Spice 1 AKA Fetty Chico And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson What up Spice We
the dead This goes out to my nigga makaveli I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli Rest in playa pieces Niggas die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous
187, the 187 The 187, the 187, the 187 The 187, the 187, the 187, the bloaw! (spice 1) Murder from the mind of a sick nigga Thinkin bodies, dirty money
birds So then I creep up into the i-c-u, I see you livin too long Nigga you crept on, your life gone (spice 1) Yeah nigga, got some shit just for you
Yeah, what's up fool 9-4, Spice 1, kickin' that G shit Tell me what that mail like, nigga? Wanna make money, this one or get smoked Push it in, push
see I'm nothin' but a mac-10 shooter Killer man looter on the creep with the glock Got it cocked picidy pop I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone
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ass can't be stopped no flight delay Gotta a crew of bad bitches Call em the nice girls Yo bitches look scary But she ain't no spice girl It's 9am when