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Вершы: LiL Zane. M.O.N.E.Y..

What? What? Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style

Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it, running niggas over
Like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
I love the dough

Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move

I'm far flung and the charts
Say I'm number one
You number two, nigga
Check on the Billboard
Who under who, nigga?

Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her
The game's taught me one thing
Don't let her break you

Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
(None of us fuck around)

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low, I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos

Bitches wanna fuck me, worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where
Some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight

But I can't keep the way I'm going
If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga, let it show, I get the dough
Non-stop when the track's hot
And you know, what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down