m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
trippin on yo money, money long, long, long Want my own tv production company So tell Harpo to hit me Celie Anyway RiRi what rhymes wit yo name freely Money
hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high standards and only cheat on my
rich Off of somebody else's money Hey, me and my friends, we were talkin' 'bout that Ole Freddy, Bill and Sonny And how with all my brains and all your
why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers My
trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths
fade Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across
I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids But half of my fans are in college P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees
the right moves and forget about sleep concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money
my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my
I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod I'm off
money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger
crush So listen to my words, I bring much sense As I commence my lyrics intense get telephoto Break out your big lens Look, check out the sales charts My
m a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know? Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga That's right they're my
Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset brother Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man But I don't know if I should put it on this record Yaknahmsayin
money That be makin' em trick They makin' me sick, never stop suckin' my dick Thinkin' a nigga runnin' tricks, cause he sit in a 6 I buy 'cris just to spit on
Nope) Hello my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my
m addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money