you I'll never let you out of sight I need you through the day and night, baby Always there to see me through Darlin' don't you know I'm hooked on you
that's alot to give We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years,
you niggas Staking bread around you niggas Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas I used to watch everything I said around you niggas 20 niggas on
other high end product I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in an
other high end product I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam Come through later, I'm a plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in
down memory lane, and see the dirt I've done before I quite the flame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin,
me.. call me.. all you gotta do is call me call me .. all you gotta do is call me call me.. all you gotta do is call me call me [Chorus] Now you can
gettin' Arab money! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Now, there ain't no way that you could kill the beast dead I got Middle East women and Middle East bread
(star) And I'm up to (par) You see the trunk got bass Yeah the pots got bass All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass You see the trunk
HaLaShegeHaLitlFaLa MiliAlaySheNitiMala We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money Now there ain't no way that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread
your losses you dont want it..you should get it in the hood with you money..i extended my line of credit the medic..doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic
belongs to us tonight Now Friday's cool But there's somethin' about Saturday night You can't say what you want to Cause you know that you just might
is money so I put some money on my time Lightening on the Breitling so exciting when you see that shine We on that leather (?) before its never even thought of I broke my bread
Im Flexin On My Ex If You Know What I Mean [Chorus: Trey] This One Is For You Girl You Know Who You Are Girl You Only Show Your Face Cuz You Know
your fucking feet till you get to squishing a hoe It's panda-monium [? ] when you see him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull
abort you like a bastard egg That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs Ask the feds from past the edge Rockin' the most classic threads Flashin' bread
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and jam just like any picnic. It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy
Me At Except I Don't Write On The Wall I Write My Name In The History Book Hustlin In The Hall Naw, I Don't Spin On My Head I Spin My Work In The Pot