getting money, homie, this you're song, nigga U.S.D.A., nigga, let's get it You got that money Check It's in the bags Check You in the rental with them
Everything In Live In Living Color High Rise Checks Diamonds The Size Of Robin Harris' I Bebe Kids My Neck You Call It A Tribute, A [?] Distribute Sales
(feat. DJ Clue) [Verse 1] F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rollz
on my grind 2 cash anotha check it's still on my mind I got rich down with a brick but with a rhyme like fat pat mayne hold up it's goin down I made
's out In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check That's why I'm
a fo'-fo' Pissed off and agg'd, running round with a attitude Repping the Dirty South, now where the fuck is your gratitude Selfish son of a bitch, we
when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in
(feat. Lil' Wayne) [hook] Yall ride 18's we ride 26's Big truck Big wheels rollin ova ditches Crome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain
sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A.D
a house wife baby And there u go....... [Chorus] There u there u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go
Jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now
to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D Check
Money comes fast like it's bout to get a ticket Bank account known to have more then ten digits Money stand tall your bank is a midget Point me to the
a lil piece i walk yo block nd hit yo street lik im a muthafuckin G a matter fack i am a G nd u a P-U-S-S-Y all u niggas said i couldnt bitch i told
Hood:] A to the C to the E to the H double O-D Bitch I'm raised up in the streets Keep it G-U-T-T-A For my niggas servin yay Movin weight and servin'
'em Y-E-S. F-U-C-K'ed up, and it's obvious. Smoke & henny in my chest, I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T. Put this CD in, then you'll see the
Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not I Give A Fuck Dawg, Bullets Is Hot And Every Nigga
wow but 2 nite I'm lamboguini moss it's a real special occasion u kno aye pain less go get em again homie [Verse 1:] Lil mama bad man she fine She a dime she a