't sing muhfuckas So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' less Than R&B comin' from that regime ?? It's a little extreme
gate Such joy I could almost die of it Money talks to me Lays it on the line Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money goes to money Yes it
of the police in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store Blowin money cause I live
? But I have been monitoring Your Earthly broadcasts for Many years . . . For many years . . . And the reception on my little planet Is extremely fine! Time is money
Things aint what they used to be now I believe in all extremes Things aint what they used to be and that won?t change till we?re a hundred and three Let
money (chorus) Here he comes ~ vainglorius First serve first come ~ vainglorius Dig me now ~ avoid the rush ~ vainglorius Offer up all that devil delight Keep the camera on the money
the finest order riches Still got ordinary bitches to jehovah's witness Tryin to get wit this Know I got the green thumb, Hustler you never seen one Extreme
boy, yeah you in the yellow shirt. Actin' all tough, but you're really just a nerd. You don't get paid; you're not superman. The money that you make
don't Owe me nothing Tell him open his eyes I gotta show him something Uh I started riding Like a dirty dozen Uh Have a feeling like she Oprah cousin haha But fuck money
wanna rearrange your whole medulla oblongata baby, yaseewhatI'msayin? Can you DEAL with that right there baby? Y'knahmsayin? Now I-I, I know-I know it's a little extreme
Minnie, Twin Cities, mid-summer on the scene And my people get busy fryin' up the bird (Get the chicken, baby) Word, whoever heard of a party bein' ready without a money
buy the whole thang See most of my niggaz really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
useta say she wanna be a doctor and couldn't nothing stop her From giving up that cash for tuition even if She had to "shake that ass" Fucked up her money
vibes, like I was the phantom Erupt abruptly, then conduct amaze You're fucked when the lyrics get bucked because I graze Never animosity, on my property Niggaz acropoly, or they feel extreme
s a born again, hooligan) Uh-huh [Jamel Simmons] I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin Your money
fact is Nothing's guaranteed but the darn taxes? Control your pebble before he turn to stone Boy you better listen for you're all alone When the money