This for the block, there's no place like show business I'm serious, I'm honored, I'm back Take this m*** rap money And bring it back to the block n***
m honored, I'm back Take this muh'fucken rap money And bring it back to the block nigga Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money That drank money, you
Traduction: Lil 'Flip. Money Block.
don't change off in this dirty game I got kids to feed, blocks to bleed I really, shoot for the top my nigga I got to get it Money if I win puts my mind
chopping blades like Screw I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don And all we do is get money, (where I'm from) [Lil' Flip] You know, I'm thinking
(feat. Lil' Flip, Boozie of the G.I.B.) Yeah, yeah. This for my ballers world-wide, state to state, City to city, ballers ballers. Let's do this, dirty
chorus - 50 Cent] The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York, Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York, I said the walls have ears lil'
watch me [Chorus (2x)] [Eminem:] Ooh...Looks like another club banger They better hang on when they throw this thing on Get a lil drink on They gonna flip
roof is translucent Pockets on etc, Money talk bullshit, walk like George Jefferson Virgins they ain't fucking with us Young Money Cash Money Fuck them other niggas [Chorus: T-Pain] [Lil
, world wide general cash money young money fire flame spitters hustling all the time, in the middle of the block the gun stay, the money of the top we
translucent Pockets on etc, Money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson Virgins they aint f-cking with us Young Money Cash Money F-ck them other n-ggas [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil
and then i dip, and then i dip. They say the bullshit walks, the money talks. So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks. Yeah that's my
lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money comin' on freight liners Cash Money
WHAT BeCause I'm shinning Blinging Mad because I'm rhyming Singing Got too much money Got too many guns Yo pitiful life ain't got no meaning And I know you Scheming LIL
in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin
aint got no doe, Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks, choppin up soap, Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block, Put a hand pullin on
my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Young Money in charge, Yes It's Little Wayne, but the moneys enlarged. Priorities Young Money
