Looking back at growing up, I never thought we'd end up this fucked. My mind in pieces, we're stuck in a rut. We had the world in our grasp but we fucked
Looking back at growing up, I never thought we'd end up this fucked. My mind in pieces, we're stuck in a rut. We had the world in our grasp but we
when I leave town (Money, money, money) That?s my playmate Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind Money, Money, Money Money Money, Money, Money
could show you real cats doin' time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind I could show you dime pieces in school
and sell the script? And sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself [?] Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself All my memory shard becomes dirty little pieces
a Jalopy to a Jag No more doing bad Who go carry all the money I can't fit in my pants We eat offer 130 hard hits Got a 30 yard 6 For you dirty fraud
it's too late, them Texas boys got too much weight So stop hating, you know you know the way we put it down For the Dirty Dirty South, representing H-
quarter piece, she far from a dime (dime) The type of girl that'll getcha' up and go make you grind (grind) I'm thinkin' about snatchin' her up, dirty
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty
I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me Lick shots hits spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big
lil' girl Got lil' doe, got something to blow You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz I love a chick that suck dick like that Dirty, Southern
relationships, I'm starting to see thats it's me where the complications at, but I'm laying back praying that, you can't have piece of mind of me, I thought
money [Chorus - 2x] [Wish Bone] Let me hear you say make money, money Make money money, make it... Let me hear you say take money, money Take money
s are bloody and the 100-dollar bill is dirty brown they love me. I mess up my livin' room, the studio with my money, A g-note is purple, grape juice
a cliff), well it dropped thirty feet! A bunch of dust puffed out! Rocks and boulders hacked up, (hack! hack!) crushing 'The LINCOLN'! I gave him the money