with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money)
with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And
the car with 'em Leaving there man and get high as my credit card limit Fuck em all, I'm tryna... [Chorus: B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money
nigga talk right here motherfucker Come on check this out, go Who the fuck talking money, ha, ha, ha, funny I got so much money, my money count money
like a bad thong So partner mash on or get mashed up Think you can fuck with Luda then put a million of your cash up(hi) [Chorus: x4] L O L O Dey Know
-way niggas, I'd advise you not to try this so brace yourself before you get yourself laced fuckin wit them sick Arabic scarface La ellah illa Allah illa Allah your fuckin
about it Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein' twenty-one Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on his cell for somebody fuck around and
'm feelin' like any day I might just kill somethin'/ Cause you know that money, once you touch it, once you feel it, gotta keep you some money/ For a
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O... This the remix, Figadoh, bitch! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] (Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh! Bring bitch out
to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla! (FlipBoy) Aiyyo, i'm from Montreal man, representin' MTL to the fullest! You can back the fuck up or you can shut the fuck
) and my swag bring em' in (Ha) nigga not my money (Yeah) it ain't tricking if you got it but I am no dummy Ay, they be like B.O.B (what?) How you do
heard 'bout Lil' Wayne, H O T B O Y, ha Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha A remix
you is Spend that though, even on a remix chick And everybody with car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please Oh, it's just me the O
