money
• Written by soeone
Its a war with the enemy
Getting to the money
That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
I came up hungry
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Gone head an make that money
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Ass need a saddle
Cash money, financial
Either way we body for money
No smilescause ain't a thing funny
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
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soeone
Member since October 15 2017