torture Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
a hoe 'Cause I got killas with me crips, bloods, G's and folks And we be focused on the paper When we be up in the kitchen When we thinkin' about the money
Cause I Got Killas With Me Crips, Bloods, G's And [?] And We Be Focused On The Paper When We Be In The Kitchen When We Thinkin About The Money And The
Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x) [ verse 2 ] I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a
(J. Entwistle) Track Music, Inc. My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how My technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code read, suitcase money, stow
ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood
long last Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast Earn my respect, my checks they better cash Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass Knuckles is brass, start snuffin' you fast
Billy I can't let you go with that You took all my money and my brand new Stetson hat Stagger Lee he turned around and headed down the railroad track
2' To eyes wide shut to whoever I choose I can appreciate a kid man to a, Tom Cruise To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive through The money I gave dudes
track Now a days she don't need be hold back Sneaks out to the mall, never crawls back Is you wan' be impress Quality time you need to invest Got nuff money
was a way a getting more respect. Street flava all-star my peers r pioneers Sonny an k dem boys been makin money fo years Makin cash money like m.c
...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money
for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the money
frog dog Gucci on fiya like mojo crack pot Fell ova a joint like back like crack rock Money stupid dumb just like cold blood Just like young hot, I show no love Money
something I'm feelin you runnin' that And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that? Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped Havoc make tracks
state lovark you keep hustlin hard but go so far i dont even think they hurt a pimps blood they cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club i stake money