Bitch Mad Boy I Got 20 Of Lights, Not Da Car But Dey Know I Be Pushin Da White Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account My Money N Bags,
Money, Terror Squad Dade County, I do this fo' us Listennn [Brisco:] Yuh, I got money too Bris', I be comin' thru Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!)
all of a sudden cause I started makin' paper W- wack, and that goes for MCs with the skills ya lack Who got money on some? X- tra bags (who?) Y- y'all
G's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally Bags seized through Darnell Heavy sacks and drop-tops Now look on your map and spot Where we, R-I-D, E, and
[Chorus 3x] I don't need no iron I'm already creased I don't need no money I got mouthpiece [E-40] Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
pimps up hoes down, yeah Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down What is it, check this out [E-40] Raised
Sick Wid It Records BME Warner Brothers The Machinery (Yee!) Oooh, look out pimp! Heavy on the grindin' entertainment Stovetop productions [Verse 1 - E
this pain no more That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro And drinking this Henney straight Trying not to feel this pain no more [Verse 1: E
's like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot I gave jewels I imported for her Chanel bags I bought from
me, a player, from the third coast man I'd rather have a bitch, that's gangsta you knowI'mtalkinbout So right about now, for the year two triple O E.S
roll something up Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way Everytime I turn around, another funeral Another away man, how much can we take feel this [E
that we are rushing to the E.R. About this time tomorrow we were supposed to be in D.R Me blowing a cigar, you sippin' a tini I told her pack her bags
combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets The flow is so sick, sooner or later These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
Brooklyn I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin They watch what I do, so they know what to do Lil money never told big money what to do Money
the Jag That's how you stuck with your cash Like Lil Wayne You gone all day with your money tucked in a duffle Bag Sell a couple of bags you on the block
Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money
ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you Thought it was a game when I said the dogs would get you Heard you fucked up cause E-V-E bit you Flex
dream that's gonna get him paid. Jenny said, "Don't forget me babe" City livin' lalalala City livin' lalalala Tony's making calls Swinging 50 bags and E