my honey My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money, money
money, you my honey My money, money, money Ohh money, you my honey My money, money, money My bitch is my money Ohh money, you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money
Traduzione: In. Il denaro è la mia Cagna.
my honey My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money
t like ugly, It Was Written (ey yo Nas) Nas, your whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with
niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is still fuckin
Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my
Niggas gossip like girls then hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money
hide No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy My destiny to overthrow those on top of me Fiending for currency the money
wedge you, my schedule just won't permit it I visit the gangsta town, but enough is commited Might see me with another, don't go start trippin' you my
funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my
yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
to use my mind before I use my fist But I'm a lose my mind if I don't use my fist You on my grind, I'm a use my clique Speak only which, oh you useless
I labeled a bitch so I say fuck chicks Because who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt? Who the fuck can control my sounds still don' got me, Scott be makin' my
t get back, for the five burroughs Verse 1: AZ Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin niggas need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence Fuck keepin my
