stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said, I'd live it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't
I feed 'em I'm here for the fam that's there when I need 'em Yo, uh uh uh, hello, it gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they
man's song Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone Next stop Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for real, it's gone
gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on,
bitch we in there tell em all the bottles on me, I broke brick for it [Chorus:] I'ma sleep when I die sleep, sleep when I die sleep when I die sleep, sleep when
reach those girls in them videos (Live your life) The little girl's just broke, and Queens's confusing bling for soul. Danger, there's danger, When you
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, when you get hurt by the one you living
I reach the top Say it if you know what I'm talking about Lets get this money, lets get this money Yeah So give me my elbow room It's time for me
you'll niggas Is bitches too I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your
my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop Move like a king when I roll
see the brake lights Hit the back door, I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled
shame And the shit's gone too far Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me tell you how it happened
is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through Get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the
's all. And I told you we can fly and the ball. But I'm wrong. We can do it up and buy out the mall. But I'm gone. I'm on the next bus, next club, next
on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't