I told you, Imma a star You see that ice? You see the cars Flashy lights everywhere we are Livin' like, like there's no tomorrow Oh, I got money, I
ima star. you see the ice? you see the cars? flashy lights. everywhere we are. livin like, like there's no tomorrow {Verse 1} i got money.
all the haters I know g4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money
, it threw in a crackpot. But lately, it's keepin' my people up off the hinges. Can I get a witness baby? And I'm out the door, gots to go make me some money
to beat you down Hittin' them tombstones (Sellin' volumes) Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli Pinnin' my pistol steady ready Buck them flames
gotta make that money man I still be thuggin' in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed, fiend for the green Nigga gotta make that money man
, ??¶ause gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it??? heavenly fangs distained for my explanation on ??¶ane. The fame was the sum of our money
scream out, mo And let me hear ya holla Not about that mighty dollar Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow Chain gang remains the same Flamin' my
Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets 'Cause it?s deep Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won?t surface They let the money
(A milli, a milli, a milli) I?ma millionaire I?m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn?t
life for me Always gettin' into trouble, 'cuz, I'm so fly I'm on a whole nother level, left the block And now I'm smiling countin' money like (Ya) Realize
got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong
SOD Money Gang Soulja Zan with that Lean J-Money [CHOURS] I'm in that Zan with that Lean Smoke nuthin but Irene Them hoes going crazy when I'm on the
to the case! bitch ass nigger, you just not catching enough cocaine, it?s sod money, game like the shit is the same, i spit fire flames when i get to
i bust his cerebellum nigga you's a snake lower than a snakes belly botton soulja im the shit cousin we are not no family Blood you see me in the steets my money
up in flames I can hit you chick from a distance I ain't [Incomprehensible] quite it, she probably wanted to hit it I got a lotta money that don't mean
superior All of you still friends, but - None of my old flames ever talk to me when things End for me they end They take your pants, your money, your