I don't want your money, I don't need a thing I don't need a thing 'cause all I want is you I want to be your natural man, I don't need your money I
pride I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't
Traduction: Chicago. Je ne veux pas votre argent.
I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't like that
that innocent again, when I was ten I didn't bang but I was hangin with the homies tell them niggaz started slangin that they don't know me I got my
FREEZE! I'm Ma Baker - put your hands in the air, gimme all your money - This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat from ol' Chicago town She was
C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston {Verse 1} We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga I
I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CASH. Cause a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feeling
of a high hat Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die Shinin on everybody for the world to
out on a pier . . . so that means that when you look out your window you don't see any dirt, it's . . . got a bay or something out in your backyard . . .
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
My Boys) Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way
-O-U & to the S, yes I don't want nothin' I don't got I don't need nothin' but you I can't get more than you give me Don't stop anything you do