money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money
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won't you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how far would you go? I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me [J Cole - Verse 2
to do bad or perform for Princess But tonight I can make you my queen And make love to you endless This is insane, the way the name growin', money keep
, shawty, get paid Do it for them girls, they be jealous anyway On stage I wanna be amazed Pop that, drop that, it's yo' birthday Top that, got that, work for
[Drake] Alright, well alright, I say I do it for the love Bunk bed flow, always one level above If Ii??m in ya starting five you will never need a sub
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
from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries (Diddy) Run through sets Come through sets Chicks hypnotize by my 1, 2 steps
my third dry, even when the smoke lie Eat the mami's chocha and drive her loca We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm
my love for you, and now it's beating slow, and you know this the end of the road when i sing this slow song for you you And love was nothin but another
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah! [Morock] This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada
, besides all the money and riches Videos and pictures, slippin', these silly hos will get ya But not me, I'm too cocky I love when the women scream, "Hey Papi" I love
tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
-six, Big showed me what to do But deep in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II' I spend absurd money, private bird money That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
to? Do you know? Verse Two: Puff Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for
money bombs like a taliban (hallalla) we gettin arab money (money) u want this hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take