grew And it keeps reminding me Reminding me of you I want more I haven't had enough I want more Can't get it out of my brain I want more No, I haven
27 million And I want it all it's Gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all The money, the fame , the cars, the clothes I
pledge your allegiance Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers I get more
Umbrella Like The Magic School Bus Ii Put Alot Inside It And Just In Case I Open Warm I Put Perhaps Aside Life Chances I Owe Him Found Me A New Guy And
summer homes And there for every uw, hum, and moon and make sure when the new hummer roams the shoes come in chrome I ain?t new if ain't buy white yellow
) (Yeaaa, Yeaaa) Street Family (Ah Ha, Ah ha!) Street Fam, that Street Fam (Woo Woo) It's the realest that you've ever seen (New Fabolous, Paul Cain)
respect Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec Let it breath... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha It's goes getting more money They come with more problems
shit I'm gonna blow em all up Who's mad, who's crazy, who's fucked up? It's about time I rack em all up More fire, more power, more wound up I'm the
baby, come wicked nigger [AZ] You sit back relax catching contacts Sip your cognac And let's all wash this money Through this laundry mat Sneak attack A new
a line of cars and they are painted black with flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away like a new
to get wealthy (wealthy) And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new, but a new
to get wealthy (wealthy) And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle til we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new, but a new
fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint doing it raw And everyday, I put new shoes on my feet Sugar
fed Guaranteed, I'ma be smoking weed, pacing myself Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more
ways till my job is done Now it's 5:45 it's time to have fun I'm hangin out with a rapper, a kid named Don We got more drunk than a skunk and happy as
a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new
That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change [Verse] And you should love it, way more
all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my crews My jewels, look, homie, I done came up And I ain't changed [Verse 2:] And you should love it Way more