you got a big bank holla I got money Nan nana nana nan I got money I ride big rims holla cause I got money Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money I fuck
in dat door, I make dat money jizzle shake dat money yea ya know I'm ballin I fake dat money all in my sleep I can taste dat money, I go to jail fuck
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
An Outlaw And I'm Ballin', Yeah I'm Gettin' Money Without Ya'll Don't Know About You, But I Got Murders On My Block I Bomb First, It's Just How We Do
to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo) Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money If I go broke, I'll make you and your
that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la
where my mom stayin' [Chorus] [Bun B] From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em
me to feature, maan, Fuck your money! I ain't hurting, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood. {HAHA! } [Chorus:] I don
money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse
Money, Terror Squad Dade County, I do this fo' us Listennn [Brisco:] Yuh, I got money too Bris', I be comin' thru Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!)
get it twisted You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model Then I order more bottles, now I got more models I'm from that city where them
nigga I'm paid Shawnna got stacks Shawnna got grip Shawnna got that so you better not slip I'm posted on tha block My girls tippin' dro This cafe patron
real man I don't know I just love it when they fresh and they ass cheeks show Everybody stare when I walk in the room Smokin on purp got me high like
lot of yams give a damn I got grahams Gucci [Chorus:] A 100 stacks or more, bitch I need that, a 100 packs of dro, bitch I need that anything above 4
some money in here It's some money in here You know what it is I got powder in the trunk Tryna shake the feds off I got money I could just jump in that
