need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly Like that they will prob'ly like Tryna make some
like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin
the sofa, got me bendin' ya over Rug burns on me knees Got my brim on your head with a cigar in your mouth Trying to act like me, trying to be thugged out Like
so we Sip the cappucino slowly [bizmarkie] I'sah makes the big money! I drive big [posdonus] Cars, serve the bubble like a bar.. tender When in flight like
and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase after money, cannibal hungry, trying to eat till my belly bust, I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us
of payin' bills and I'm sick of payin' rent Seem like I work all the time, but, don't know where the money went And the funny shit is we supposed to like
against the police, thugged out like Napoleon Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me Since Makaveli died It's like
kitchen wood chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money
to run my whole block like obama and them, you don't have to believe me go ask my momma and them, could'nteven come in my room smell like... look like
2:] Smell like onion rings would she do half the things she don 2 me 100 100 100 how I like my woman call her rubber band boosie when she wrap my money
get it cause you sexy [chorus] [verse 3] Remind me of the movie playas club I'm tellin ya face like diamond shape like ebony ? one arched eyebrows with a belly
Okay, go then! Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink, Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive And the polls of your will love your vanity
all not ready Watch my booty shake like a fat ladies' belly My style so stank I better bank u gon' smell Aww u smell me, smells like money When I come
bent awkward by the bought, prepped package of the slickest spin-doctors. Raised where the paranoid hide tools proper, like suspicious cargo in a high school locker. And it looks like war, quacks like
: Rapper Big Pooh] All my real niggas trying to make money All them fake nigga trying to take money Why them little girls wanna shake for they money You
in your eye (in your eye) I like when ya get downnn like a gus of poles Rolled on a dolphin get that shit up out your nose Is that where all your money
go against the police Thugged Out like Napolean Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me Since Makaveli died, it's like