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E Money Bags

you Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you If it don't go down like that then they ain't your friend [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] You can

t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. [Verse 2: E-Money Bags] Money Bags, the mafioso type

[Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking] [DJ Clue] William nigga Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio

got 20 alike, Not the car but you know i be pushin the white. Dippin chevy in syrup, Digital dash, No bank accounts, My money in bags. Go do the

good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass you get her them matching bags i get her to pack them bags get straight

aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags When they

In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet

So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on Broad Enter the 36 Chambers and swung swords Bug when the Force MD's met the Fat Boys Brought the ruckus like P.E

shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money