give it? Give it to me, money Money, across the seas Turning lives into dividends Give it up to me money The color green Turning gears of consumption Wind above the wings, money
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
seen For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke glock Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely
, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na I got my fame dog, look at my niggas Got a 'lil money, yo and I ain't
life They wanna walk in my shoes They have no idea All my life I've always been told You gotta be prepared 'cause the world is so cold It's lonely at
no prior's man in the mirror, check no liar still like that butterfly like Mariah show me the money the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money
you thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr But really it's candy paint playas sippin? on barre Come take a ride wit a star straight outta that lone
you goin' in a circle Chrome lookin' more classy than the Transco Tower Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower Like 'Face I got the money
keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' Keep, keep on pushin', keep on pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin', keep, keep on Well it's the king
, or the Rover Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling Big money
and graffiti art determination, reputation, strong and the weak at heart gods, gangsters, griots and gigolos kings, queens, bitches and silly hoes money
I know a man, now he's old Spent his all life courting silver and gold Money was, he's the richest man in town Inside his lonely mansion no love can
You live on your hill so high and so lonely You toss out your bread crumbs to those down below They think you're a king but believe me it's only Because
. Come here now, J. Holiday. That's the reason I come home, baby. Chamillionaire: Relax, relax, (J. Holiday: Let's go, whoo!) How could you be lonely
Revere Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer Riding across the land, kicking up sand Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand One lonely
rules - you'll have it all, the plane too (aight) Last of all (huh) don't let money change you (yeah) [Chorus: Case] If ever your travels get lonely (
what would happen if Bush rapped, I bully these rappers so bad lyrically, it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay
For me while you back up To me niggas stand up For me let's go, yea Shawty lift that ass up Drop it, got it standing rock solid Well if there's money
