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T-shirt money Who is that girl, who is that girl? Beautiful girl She doesn't need no makeover, natural curls She looks so rich, with perfect legs, but she's a
B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm a quit this
s ever said that Aston Martin cash and carry off the lot They say money talk but listen Shorty cause I talk a lot Without incredible my... is sending cheers... your money
I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm a quit this crazy
don't see nobody I'm a rappin ray charles (I don't see nobody) I think I need a seein I dog Come to being fly dog You ain't seeing I dog (ok ok ok ok)
a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken
t think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and band covered And I keep a
a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [
'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite Down half the Goose then choke your workers Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work Then
door cause I had a few Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse A rap bitch thats always
I can't figure out, why I'm At my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun The War to be a rap legend had just begun Rushin'
gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga I'm in New York (New York) I ride Wit a hundred Bloods and a hundred Crips, Whenever
Now pack my tech And I demand respect You plan a place and get checked And I'll make your t-shirt wet See I'm that fed up out the Sco nigga A pro nigga
t push me I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of a man Livin' a
my pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY (Chorus) They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
Medallion(Dam) Real Bomb Bitch Wita Ass Lika Stallion (Whoo) Its A Dream Its A Dream Its All A Dream (Yeeea) I Get Some Coke Get Some Pistols N Build