all about it, all for it, I'm allstar team Jordan, small forward, I'm never putting up a shot unless it calls for it, no hesitation so I'm shooting if i draw for
rather too fast Mama say, mama got you in a zig zag And you're running And you're running just to escape it But they're gunning for the money so they
nerve to blame you for it And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it But you felt it and still feel it And money can't make up for it or conceal
You dumb fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks, Big nuts hairs, swinging like nunchucks Hollygrove I'm claiming it like insurance I've been on the grind, nigga you're just a tourist, Flowers for
You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
we needed a change I needed a break For a sec I even gave up believing and praying I even done the legal stuff and was leaded astray They say the money
will to surpass the everyday When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way? How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all? Didn't do it to gain power or money
[Chorus:] It may not mean nothing to yall But understand nothing was done for me So I dont plan on stopping at all I want this shit forever mine, ever
move the party to the bedroom Momma beat your body like a congo Since we in the club for now, for now Might as well get another round, round Notice there ain't nothing
for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Lil mama you know you wanna go (Shawnna) I'm from the city where nothing pretty And everybody
wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one of them presidents Feel me? Representing my money for the love
Reminiscing me and Biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hating for them other niggaz Dirty Money went and brought a money printer Now my money longer on the Mississippi river Money
just too large We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money
havin faithless 'Cause Black Rob he on trial and I escaped death Still in your tape (yeah) still gettin hate threats Still gotta take that Still gettin sued for money
Curry going, hit again Dreams your living in This what you coulda been Every city foot scene gets scrilla with 'em Kid shortchange the dealer The game be gorilla Ain't nothing
that nigga I get money I ain't gotta do a crime Shit I hit dimes, what I need with a nine Before y'all judge me, be clear We got nothing but heat here