money mo' money... dummy I got the love for money I I gotta have it, the love for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
stop till they reinterbect Rhyme calisthetics Bad Boy anesthetics Will twist me like crippie Amanda Chevitts Back flips tactics Be on measure Hat tricks wit only dimes and better Nigga just for
are broke You're bulletproof I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch I love to squabble and
that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East
that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast
rest Had girls in his hair, gold on his chest He rolled around town in a coup deville But he had no money, he was broke as hell Ladies love money and
is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt I got no love for a lame I use my
be duped and jerked 'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for
holla Tip If that don't work and all else fails Then turn around and follow Tip I got love for the game But hey, I'm not in love with all of it Could
Blige] Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love
the world If you shop for love in a bargain store And you don't get what you are bargain for Can you get your money back? If an empty train in a railway
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane. [LAURYN] You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't
T Please excuse me for the smell For certain does my jerk thing And I Keep her working She a star on the track like Pharrel, Na'mean? Your money slow mo My money
is thank God for my mother Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for
7's but a few Give me my money, give me my money Don't you dur-ez, you wont get none from me Making all these dollars, all these bitches love me Bout
