My money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod Money good - GET MONEY!! We ballin in the hod [Young Buck] I got my mind on my money (money) my money
money, money, do ya thang now Work for the money, money, put it down now Work for the money, money, do ya thang now Work for the money, money, put it
Traduzione: Young Buck. Buon denaro.
ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild.
his mouth, (uh-huh!) deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace then: "Oh, Lord! " Have a young nigga bucking shit like
down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how
shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire
money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
the project This for the thugs (for the thugs) This for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck
convince, yo, I'm kind of tense Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching my younger
(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] Haha, Blood Raw what up Heyya! Young Buck waz happenin homie We gon' start real heavy on this muthafucka right here boy
Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like
again, give a chick a ten Good girl, got my glock in the spot Cuz I don't trust you muthafuckas, when I'm rockin the spot And dead men, Swan Gotti, young
