earn my bread And butter but I have a lousy memory I didn't lose your money, oh no, I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money, oh no, your money
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could say that little by little All you did for me was no good I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money Oh no your money
Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money
anything you want to do Keep at it, keep at it Then you’ll succeed in life [Verse 1] See stones can be used so well Cos the money comes in bunches in space
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself
, It's always gotta be the same. (In my World) Never wore cover-up, Always beat the boys up, Grew up in a 5000 population town, Made my money by cutting
' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And
hustle See nowadays we getting money like rustle Who really wanna tussle Challenge the super saber in a nigga Blast the challenger way out of space
tried and did everythin to please ya I don't even want to see ya, the sight of you is givin me a fever Think I need a breather, need ya to give me space
say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably [Chamillionaire] My money
not in fatigues Got a lot of haters but I know they all gon' fit (fit) I got a lot of rental space for haters on my dick so have a sit (sit), baby my
keep two And, We Clubbin’. [Chingy] It’s a mess up with these fake ballers in their place People comin’ out cause they heard I’m comin’ back like Mase, Big body Benz plenty space
u in my life It was meant to be You were meant for me So that means we gotta make it work [Verse 1] It was all good at first, Spendin money, goin shoppin
look like a goddamn Nigger to me It's a negative world and the white man made it Gave you a name to dominate and trade it Making blood money of his very
, now it's wearing off So many times So many days It's a spiritual thing That loving touch I thought you'd be amazed I like the distance I like the space The money
You stare into the room, nothing there but space No sign of any message gone without a trace But I don't want your pity, if that's what you think I
