Young Money Lil Ken B production Fame in da Game summats goin' out for you lot out there. Yo, yo, yo, yo alright were gonna do this, yea. You can put
: Young Money Lil Ken B production Fame in da Game summats goin' out for you lot out there. Yo, yo, yo, yo alright were gonna do this, yea. You can
doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it We takin' this money Big bundles of bills I'm like a whole 'nother person when
Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind So money is all I think
variations] Money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind Money on my mind Money on my mind Money money on my mind So money
JAMAICAN bod gal all my guyanese [Sasha Sample] [Verse 2:] I just found out that I was doper den amy whinhouse maybe Fresh out the navy fresher then a daisy use to be on blazly Young money
behind him Now it's time to move on, I'm celebrating with ya the reason I wrote this song, Hope you done became a better person since you been gone,
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young
in a money mode, seems like it should explode Girlies on my jammie, got a female overload Young street messiah, professional liar 19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll retire Crazy money
You just a cold blooded killer But charming personality Shining like glitter But it don't really matter I know, I know He's a certified player I know,
give em all the things they wanted all the money in the World cant get the joy Im felling homie like the 3rd date with a woman like you and not for your money
[Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money
a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine sniffing up drugs all in her nose Coulda died, so young
Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
