one big ski slarmen i guess the hill is like the swiz alps we bring them whips out [chrous] we gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money
now I've gotta get away Aye, so come and roll wit' a fly boy You can be my fly girl, just you and I, girl The kid ballin' like Jim Jones 'Cause I made
neck, I'm still spending old money , Benjamin's remix, 10 Year gold money mothafuckas, [Chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We
I hate the womens, mother fucker, won't you come and get me 'cause we trippin' up no, nigga, ain't we sleepin' up one false move that will get you crushed
know miley cyrus but the money keep flowin like the jonas on the island jonas brothas im so illy like look VIC im so so silly like im sittin in the lab
stuntin (stuntin) is a habit, get like me, Have you ever seen a chevy with the- get like me Have you ever seen a chevy with the- get like me Have you
It's Willie My future bright like a highlighter They takin' pictures 'cause I'm fly like a skydiver [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You ain't seen money
, Killer, yo, yo, yo Where I'm from kids get it hectic but get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dyslexic, take caution money for extortion money Girl's fate just for abortion money
a call Get his money and ball, whatever Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money? Get it, get
home with you Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me The chrome you see, the Jones you see, dip-sect, come home with me Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones
, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap Yeah, ya know, ya know, get
new money, I had to get that check So wit that bein' said, The team lookin' right And look like we ready to go, its all solitified Jim Jones, Rider of
crib on a lake What, where I'm from we like our music screwed up Uh, the blades chop we use jewelry and stage props We hate cops 'cause everyday we get
me okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey Odd money's hard money, even money's cheating money Slow money's no money, and no money's a beating honey
party, music loud (?) move the crowd Then we Clinton Spark 'em Damn right, let my niggas chalk 'em All my dogs bite, we gon do the barking And the money speak loud, we
down to a blunt a day Yay, I mean yayo On the block sun up sun down like where the day go? We come through chargin nigga like San Diego Seventeen chargers
My Face Lookin Rockstarish Party Like A Rock Party Like A Rockstar...remix Baby [x4] T-T-T-Totally Dude [Jim Jones:] Who Started This Ya Boy Jim Jones
