Young Money Lil Ken B production Fame in da Game summats goin' out for you lot out there. Yo, yo, yo, yo alright were gonna do this, yea. You can put
: Young Money Lil Ken B production Fame in da Game summats goin' out for you lot out there. Yo, yo, yo, yo alright were gonna do this, yea. You can
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young
in a money mode, seems like it should explode Girlies on my jammie, got a female overload Young street messiah, professional liar 19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll retire Crazy money
You just a cold blooded killer But charming personality Shining like glitter But it don't really matter I know, I know He's a certified player I know,
give em all the things they wanted all the money in the World cant get the joy Im felling homie like the 3rd date with a woman like you and not for your money
[Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money
a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine sniffing up drugs all in her nose Coulda died, so young
Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature 'Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers A 3006 with the scope
' on the dutch with a fist full of iron Somebody mom cryin' cuz somebody boy dyin' It's the same ol' s*** Wait till the funeral Same ol' trip Crack money rap money
than Felentine Man, yeah I could elaborate but it's too much to describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money
the game. I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows, Shirtless, that's why I started to personal train. Dog, personally mane, I'm a person that
like me now, wow Diamond life Sugar baby we dynamite Playboys and socialites Young and fly, fly, fly Diamond life Sugar baby we dynamite Playboys and socialites Young
