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E Money Bags Want It

Want it baby, I want it baby Don't go on it, your up on it baby Jump on it, jump on it, I want it baby You want it baby, I want it baby Jump on it

t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. [Verse 2: E-Money Bags] Money Bags, the mafioso type

back? Working, ready-made fix-it-quick Years of little gain Push me too far blind bats It will never end K(no)w money life is pretty funny For

to war for 2 thangs My family and my paper My money moves They stay mentioned Nigga you cross the line and I fade ya If you want it you can get it And

My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend

cover that scent that it renders. Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop --? ever, never, Never will it stop -- ever, never, Never will it stop. Never will it

man Willie da kid um a decorated soldier And um stackin bills like oldsmo Vaseline and foldgers Kerosene and loads of Brown paper bags cash money like it

to speak it taught in the classroom But to us it's nothing new (naw) You hear it on the avenue Even on the bus, at a barbecue It's spoken, by people of

gangsta bitch, I don't want you, don't want you baby If you ain't a gangsta bitch, I don't need you, don't need you baby, uh [E.S.G.] Now I got a bitch