Want it baby, I want it baby Don't go on it, your up on it baby Jump on it, jump on it, I want it baby You want it baby, I want it baby Jump on it
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
on every level This is bags I must, go the max I must Nigga I came from not much, so money I clutch Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm
this is what I say I got long bread shawty Well girl I got long bread Thought I let you know And I can take you any where That you want to go Pick a
takin' trips to Paris N e thing that u want girl I'll get it U got a bangin' body n e thing you? Sexy baby, lady [Hook:] Oooooh I Wanna kiss u between
money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Beyonce:] A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick It's just me, besides I'm just a G With the O in the front, I know what you want Believe? I'm sucka-free
'95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet
about it It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it An I go about it like I kno about it Like I'm sho about it Like I'm so about it Baby I
rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride {Kurupt} On and on and on it's more
, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' ass I wet the Ave. when I set my path The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last Grab my money clip, I hit the bong
u love her I fuck her once then I dont need her, I'm playin I keep a couple of those skinnies that I hit up anytime I'm in they city shorty, I aint on
's the system I learned that in school then I dropped out Hit the streets, checked a grip and now I got clout I had nothing, and I wanted it You had
aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags When they
'95 that was my last, I went back to the ave Thinkin', "Rap's a thing of the past" Rest in peace E money bags, no more cabs Got caught with the ratchet
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet
Nana, Nana, I need ten dollars ,Nana Baby, I can't give you no more money What you mean you can't give me no money? Man, boy, where's my TV? Nana, I smoked
