want in, whooh Hope to die of thee arrow back to the back stabber math-matical Habitat the meniacal mad man and gettin' plastered watchin' the Strippers work hard for they money
the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen
sail (with no avail) we flowin on a positive trip All Nubians is welcome, male and female [Sadat X] I, wouldn't resort, to askin for a passport Love vibes
low low low low low [Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle
I've been sizing you girl for quite some time Don't got a lot of money so riches I can't buy But ah, get with this vibe we can soar real high (high) In
when we thirsty Cause it's a struggle every day Stay ya mind and keep focused no matter wa dem say [Chorus] Ya hear de vibes ya Ya see de vibes ya
to pimp It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride Act like I didn't see him I tried [Common] Motion denied (pause) I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers She
money ain't no tellin they gon' love me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny We showin you the
piece and bit When it come down to loving It's a perfect fit Whole heap ah more loving And we just nah quit She can't tek the vibe Of Babylon dem spirit
hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me! I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love money like
baby Don't you wanna dance with me Can you handle, handle me [Beyonce] You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight You gotta work your
hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes
chrome rims and twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it Rings in ya belly, I can't take it Toss up your Moet, money make
don't buy him no clothes, He bought that ho some clothes!! He don't buy me no clothes, Nigga ain't got no money, no vibe, no dick I mean, What do I got
big money scorin Now they once upon time money niggas who start fallin (hoo) [CHORUS: Busta Rhymes] Niggas wanna analyze my money like a hawk Money talks
low low low low [Verse 1:] I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle