points out the view As he hands your wage to you Don't you break it Or they'll take it Who makes your money Who thinks they might Who's gonna be there
Übersetzung: Löffel. Wer macht Ihr Geld.
out) Break it on down (look out look out) Ha look out guess who it is That nigga from Atlanta Where the... who it is So get your money together and... who
stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your
Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind Flip Mode y'all, yo WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze Make you bang your head from hear to overseas
this money, this will do [Chorus] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make it
in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen. I go from records with Dwele
in the car while you ran in the store Kid plucked your car and ended up fuckin your whore Q-Tip look through your window on a monday night Took your couch
ahead of their time Or 25 behind, I just don't know All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives And how much money they're gonna make on Friday
my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha
sharpened metal spoon She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon She took his much admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money
swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga
ya lock) Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) Wit you **** money **** money ****money ****money Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money
's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your
to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a
you'd do in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen. I go from records
m only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt And you don't wanna talk, show money You would think it was talk show money Honey fully understand,
your fat stankin ass to your couch and just FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch with a
