that money (money, money) Money (money, money) A list of things that my people need but first is money (money, money) Money (money, money) It ain't like
see is that money (money, money) Money (money, money) A list of things that my people need but first is money (money, money) Money (money, money) It ain
[Singing: E-40] I was out there on the yola track Try'na make my motherfuckin money back Po-po beat me up and took all of my feddy Uhh! All my feddy
want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the freeway, let the wind blow
finally made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz I'm just tryin to make some money right Put some
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom praying for money
chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they .357. -Where you at? *On the freeway, deep in LA. -
nigga movin' kilo Shit don't stop cuz i can make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy
made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin shit from no niggaz I'm just tryin to make some money right Put some motherfuckin
here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway wait police, catch me if they can forgive me i'm a ridah still i'm just a simple man all I want is money
a get ya boy! [Freeway:] Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeah!) Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeeeah!) We get gully! - And we get money
a nigga friend Cuz see I do this shit only one way, nigga the "G" way Blowin' my hair back, gettin' my dick sucked on the freeway I never lie on my dick
far Now you gotta run and deal wit the law And I don't wanna do nuthin but get home I don't wanna see nuthin but the freeway I don't wanna have to pop
them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell There's a height beyond skyscrapers, There's a distance beyond the freeway
You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you cannot
Tonight we gonna hang out, have some fun, and hit a party gonna wile out. Everybody's all excited and we look tight. And there's just enough money for
s, and 9's My figure eight, is real is not fake Strawberry soda, garlic bread, and steak Ahead of the chasin high behind the wheel You talk for money
