sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz 'Cause bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top, my tens on lock My hoe in the
Traduzione: Ja Rule. Cagna Betta Have My Money.
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule
, tears for fears, I rule the world And in my vision, the world is science fiction Roxanne!!! You don't have to work for money no more!!!! And...I'm not
the I-N-C nigga, it's murder, M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers, Ja Rule, haha Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones
to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo'
are versatile Now tell me is there anybody here? Ain't down with my set of atmosphere Have no fear coz soon ya will adhere When my homeboys kickin 96 is my
my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr you know what I'm saying? I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking greasiest and my mother fucking
pretend Pick up my gun, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
the Westside, hit the studio and spend my money in the ghetto [Chorus Two] Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (They got money in the ghetto) Hollywoooooood! Havin money
Chorus:] Warm days warm nights But I feel so cold coold Living my life on the line it's out of control (trool) Don't you question only tax rule Money
