ain't got my capital money to eat money to hold heat money for flowers lots of money to own streets money from sellin' cassetes money and assets money
Traduzione: 8ball. Get Money.
t got my capital money to eat money to hold heat money for flowers lots of money to own streets money from sellin' cassetes money and assets money I be
white to big screens Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean Regals with white walls, 20 inch with screens fall Michael Jackson off the wall, to MJG and 8Ball
I Dont Know I Just Know I Gotta Get Some So Ruthless, When I Fuck Better Duck When You See Me Whip Pac In The Truck Rolling Like A 8 Ball Now Lemme Break
a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money fuck tha fame i'm a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport just like a ladder bitch get
your face but he wants your ass clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love
, forensics have fun! - What? [Repeat Chorus:] [Outro:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get
a controversy I'm the motherfuckin' best Nigga, after Pac After stuck at Rap-A-Lot, I can't wait till we drop I'm takin' yours with 8-ball Bringin' you
stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin [8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers [8B]
a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see, you can get wit this, or you can get wit that, you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where
[Chorus: 8 Ball - repeat 2X] What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me [Verse 1: MJG] Let's hit
. (Chorus): Clap On, Clap Off, Got dis strap willin to knock ya trap off... Clap On, Clap Off, Got dis strap willin to knock ya cap off... (Verse 1):8Ball
Would Be Leaving here all living You Standin To Close Partner You Askin To Much Baby You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy (8-ball)
And it's hard Hard [8 Ball] Yea yea sittin looking out my window the streets I see ain't pretty Sometimes I wonder if I was born rich with plenty Money
[Chorus: x2] Get low (get low), get low (get low) They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight) Get low (get low), get low (get low) They shoot (they
Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper [Verse 1: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma
