Letras:
A C T The Money Tree

never stray On a never gone Of a never day When the green dollar fits On the silver money tree That old money tree Oh, yeah! A granite lake And a cotton

. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business

on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or

r c k esses And stuck em in a lexus Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar

DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY (Chorus) They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back

. Hell, a swiss and mozarella. Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller. 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split. So when you come across a

skills I manifest is very tho-rough And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques A dorme vous? A dorme vous?

that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all

my belly A T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welches grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo( truuuue