See money get you respect, but it also get you dead Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends See money brang power, but that's why it gets
See money get you respect but it also get you dead And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends See money brang power but that's why it gets
Traduzione: Mac. Il denaro è cambiato.
Traduzione: Mac. Ottiene soldi.
15's stacked I answered with the Mac cause I'm sittin' on Yac See I'm a G from the hood the BG's idol I front them caine on the spot cause money is survival
sunshine And fuck ya friends, all of them come and go (Yeah) And they never come to see you when ya money gets low (Low) Then let the record show that
about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust
me when it's time to cop [Lloyd Banks:] As the world rotates my cake gets bigger Rap stops selling I'm gonna cook this Nigga Blue cooler than a Mac
If not, they hoes go My villians and me yellin We relish until we perish Original rock wellers My niggas and me releasin Bone and CD's With money steady increasin For houlagans like me Money
to break a man, man meaning another nigga Just some shit in the game same 'ol same to make your pimpin bigger Slicker the pimpin gets, freaker gets the
hug the block ta tract dice Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes I pull up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice Gets that crack
them disrespect then they always gone disrespect always have these hoes in line, never whine or dine break them off nine, kick them in they fucking behind its necessary to pimp, gotta mac
hoes you be sendin Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and nigga try me Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit I represent, real ass niggas fa sho From the Mac to
For that money what? Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck Ay money, shut the fuck up It's
semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin me down gets you blasted [Beanie] For your chunk I'll trunk your folks It aint shit for mac to grip the gat
whole crowd formed The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin Six girls cryin wild cos Money