and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Hey, dirty, baby I got your money Don't your worry, I said hey. Baby I got your money [x2] Yo!
not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Hey, dirty, baby I got your money Don't your worry, I said hey. Baby I got your money [x2] Yo! So
name for him Eminem you wait till' we meet up again Fucker I'm kickin your ass for everything you've ever said It's one for the money two for the fuckin
oh) Your gonna want it (uh) Your gonna like it (uh) We don't need no more that he said she said Your gonna like it (yeah) Your gonna want it (your gonna
I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues So at this point in my life How can I get through? [Chorus - B.o.B] Make a lot of money (Make a lot of money
minute, Party every day, do your thing to the rhythm, We can get awaaaay, get away, We can get awaaaay and be chillin' (Ay) I got money, got papa, (ay) Got
you down ‘Cause I love your expensive taste So sweet, yes, bon appetit I'm a freak, you can see me smilin' Took the money that I got from the verse Flew
she don't need be hold back Sneaks out to da mall neva' crawl back Is you wan' be impress Quality time you neve' invest Got nuff money your arm she
see platinum and gold And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold And I ain't here for your pleasin' So put that shit on hold Just keep your
got this... re-upholstered or something. What the f-ck happened? Who, who the fuck got your p-ssy all re-upholstered? (Yeezy re-upholstered my p-ssy) You know what, I got
know I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it. They say I talk with so much emphasis, OOOO They so Sen-si-tive. Don't ever fix your lips like collagen Say
say... Hahaha, yea And it go... That's right I'm a millionaire I'm a Young money cash money fast money Slow money mo' money neva low money What is that
you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d And I shower your streets until your av pass out More bricks than the three of your pigs'
want me to do anything illegal again I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets I got Grammy awards on these beats Thank God for Cool Herc Without this shit I probably would’ve got
me and you, stack a little paper so its never rainy days I got you, but just for me then you got to, understand that I hustle, hustle Diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle, anything
