me away Fun house, freak shows and murder-go-rounds Fuck how you lookin', paint it up like a clown Loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense Faygo
name ain't Joc The hustle gotta hollerate ?cause I ain't gon' stop Yeah, I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin? And if you thug
on the pants You ain't even paid your rent, man you hood clap your hands If you hood and you know it clap you hands If you hood and you know it clap
wanna do you at yo Mama house, on the couch, Do you in the bathroom of the Airplane. Do you on a balcony, in the Taxi, Cause I cana??t get enough
like a skydiver [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You ain't seen money Until you seen me Two hundred twenty for Bentley GTC And the money ain't a thing
don't care if you don't understand players Break out the game Bible, you don't wanna go there Say it in your prayers, you wanna be like me You down on
, if you ride out wit me, I promise you won't regret it I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic You want me to go down on you, baby, don't
don't think it's mine 'til I show you the title In the car breakin up trees, call me a lumberjack You say you a baller then nigga where the hundreds at
a Chevy like that? Had the car 3 years, ain't paint the bitch yet? Get off ya ass and get paid If ya ain't 'bout money you ain't from Dade See this is
just call me asshole. You mad my word touch the street like an a postal hater, im a turn your crew to a circle or squares like a waffle maker. I gotta
't fuck with bake I don't never get stuck with weight Open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin
I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real Ain't no fuckin' rapper man 16 I don't know Jay If you don't believe me then Who you know
blue magic and some Downy sheets Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam A dollar and a
Say hoe, yeah you Can I ask you a question, you like to fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking
spoil of it, we love to be on the run You motherfuckers, can't ball like us Take a fall like us, and come back quick in a Nav truck We like cars, but
ball till we fall nigga Feel what I'm saying No limit and tru records baby, peep this out " you ain't got a thang, unless you got a tank" Ha
boy, you know c-murder ain't playin' I go to clubs, mean mug, ain't shit gon' happen I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I ain't just rappin' Can't stop a