gun, got time and a half Got hazard pay, just the fuck what you would do We just want, we just need We just want, we just need big money
Перевод: Big Black. Большие деньги.
is really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul Flip it inside out it's a big black hole Take your money burn it
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether, Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for, Money, power
hook Now it's the money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and
these suckers in and out of town Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down SWATS, mean mugs and thugs The art of money making, murder
be a length in songs, scary You killing me in the … wrong. Each know … fucked day with a stars, shit Is big Nox … lodge. Get money in a East Money in
the money two's to stop the show Third's for the bartender there's plenty of shots to go (I just wanna know who's drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried
skunk, one and last night's tunk Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise, from the Cleaners Fucked me good, you should've seen us Big booty bitch, switch
cases keep me guessin, plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen Makin money off of cuss words
If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God (?), when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money
livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money
mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money Make money, money, money nigga if you ask me It's the only way Take money Take money, money, money [
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Until I pop I get the dope fiend money To pump my gas It's five dollar bills when I wipe my ass I just hit a lick For real big fedi I need to get up out
and bad hoes And backwood blitz For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) Three kegs, freaks that give head Treats and beach beads Petites and big
hugging on your baby mama Bussin' that calico, that eagle and that lama Bring it on [Verse 2:] Dress inna black because shotta nuh wear pink I'm making money
