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Grateful Dead Money Money

, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, She wants money, what she wants, Money money, money money money. Money money, money money money

Tradução: Grateful Dead. Dinero, Dinero.

' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the leer G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang mufucka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what

feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin

have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful

, (?) try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong

The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light

the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime Maybe a way out before committing crimes Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras Probably the mirror looking dead

time There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You