Letras:
B O B Fuck The Money Remix

with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And

with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money)

the car with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money

Bloods and a hundred Crips Whenever I'm in New York (New York) Everybody wanna know why he got beef 'Cause in my dreams I talked to 'Pac and B.I.G. Got

ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix [Verse 18: Bun B

, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix [Verse 18: Bun B

S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly known and locally respected Boy i know you done heard about me [50 Cent] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P Were internationaly

learn to grip pistols in B.K. [Jay-Z] WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er MO' fire, more Roc-a-wear attire MO' money, MO' murder now that M.O

Plus im fly And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane Ill get you to your destination Holla at ya mizzan its young money Life is good fuck the forecast