cash been a-, been about cash been a-, been about big money b- big money [Verse 1] Hundred on the stack rubbers on the band Van full of kush Guns in
(feat. Allstar Cashville Prince) Yeah, Hustla I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no
on the beat) Fill it - Fill it up wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got that paper bag full of paper Bag full of kush Big choppa
a brother feel like I'm down at the disco And we gonna keep it going like crisco Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full by the crate full, and
in his body was broken he would never admit it He got an all girl orchestra and when he says "Strike up the band", they hit it Handy dandy, handy dandy
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch, The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched. Could be the Fuhrer Could
uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Now Uh-oh uh-oh Oh no he didn't and bitch I did it yes I admit It you full of that bullshit you need to quit it
, in a ally Reappear-pear, off in Cali Can you feel me, daddy? Proudly handle stuff like a man And went through shit in Cleveland With the band Now look
understand us But still repremand us Demand us to like this and that and that and this And it has us pissed and after this I'll probably be banded But
My flow board band yall boys dtill last My whole click straight Yall whole click fags Last night ya girl forhead was on my abs [Chorus: Soulja Boy] Gucci Bandana
, I said I'd give it a try Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in the
Baby you can take a quick nap Cause I can play with titties all day Yeah, i can play with titties all day Pocket full of hydro Hand full of drugs Bottle
flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low [Verse 2:] Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they
monde a l'envers Si jamais c'etait plus beau Plus beau vu d'en haut, vu d'en haut J'ai toujours confondu la vie Avec les bandes dessinees J'ai comme
threw a brick in da door {P. Diddy} Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam {Busta (Puff)} Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands
I gotcha where I want ya Onslaught, comin and I'm packin in my lunch up Bunch of, missile launchers and a bunch of contra- -band, van full of ganja, now
criminal's eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit I'll have a fucking man raped with a band