T-shirt money Who is that girl, who is that girl? Beautiful girl She doesn't need no makeover, natural curls She looks so rich, with perfect legs but she's a
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T-shirt money Who is that girl, who is that girl? Beautiful girl She doesn't need no makeover, natural curls She looks so rich, with perfect legs, but she's a
I am to attract a fan And don't be mad cause I never pop bottles I don't waste for money I save my money return and pop bottles Don't hate wait I ain't
don't say my name, den you wastin' ya time And if I don't rub my watch, then I'm wastin' my shine Spend a hundred on a homie, den sit tha time A few
where should I begin? I don't even know, maybe where my blunt ends And Imma be a legend even when my life ends And Imma a be a legend even when this
money Grandma worked her whole life Sewin' at a shirt factory She was savin' for retirement She had 'em take a little out every week But then a big
for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers, silk shirts, 24
nothing new I?ve got the t-shirts and the new tattoo Well I?m looking for a moment with a perfect thrill Where people go for pleasure and the fashions kill I need a
. a.k.a. Big Bang a.k.a. Shawty Pimp A.k.a. Shawty Pimp Big Bank, a.k.a. Shawty Pimp I get money, I can't help it You can't stop it, you gotta accept
one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't
Of a sweatshirt drawn by shirt kings I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets I slept with a package
a patient Me and Guc, down twenty and we racin' In the club, ballin', thirty-thousand for my bacon Wasted like a rock band, red like a banker All this
'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle like a monsoon but subtler slowly pull up my pants or sag it to a flooder now u need a submarine
****** and so is the boomer. My money aina??t funny, but they got a since of humor. And everybody dies, but snitches die sooner. Paint your shirt maroon like a
night with ya girl? Fuck a boy she spendin' out one more with a better man, No my money strech like I got rubber bands? Nah, ain't gunna loose a bone
, girl, but money ain't the issue They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial She call me the referee 'cause I be so official My shirt ain't got
Texas cowboys, they's all around With liquor and money, they loaded down So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame You know my uncle, he starts a
