man im going ballistic....i cant figure out the statistic to much money lyin around now i know where i missed it the stack on the left, is all hundreds and fifties count swiftly, banks bout to close soon an they can miss me there's a fuckin knock at my door, celly keeps ringin got ho's bouncin round the livin room recordin they singin niggas constatly naggin, wantin that butter in the wrap but if ya fuckin wit my money,it's money that makes the hammer go clap i beyond fat....im like extremely large im talkin weight, not body fat.....let's see count the credit cards one,two three four five....im still alive but cash rules everything around me,buy out the stores,every single piece im copin next headin to the jewelers to get the chain im rockin shine up the rims and wash off the charger w/ the hemi cuz im pullin dimes round the world...like jenna,kendra and kristi hemi i like remi,heni,hyno and that grey goose catch me in the blaze booth,drop'n tracks to send niggas to graves soon im like a wave foo'....call me tsunami,the way u wash ashore they'll be searchin for weeks....watchin for trash bags galore a lil piece here a lil piece there hell i dont care it's just how i roll and leave crime scenes bare look at my watch! OH SHIT....i got to dip-set and head to the bank and handle my bui-sness so holla at cha boi....im out just like a thief in the night im eatin ya wife....and best believe thats the best treat of my life BLAH....ANYWAYS HOLLA AT CHU NIGGAS LATER
money mike lemme ask u, whats your money like?/ talking about hoes and cars while you lock up your bike/ and got a stack with all ones and fives, u fuckin jokin/ hit him in his chest like hes smoking, marijuana potent/ where u get these corny lyrics, must be marijuana zoning/ cuz they only hot to yourself, im snapping my belt/ u just a wanna be, rich white boy, bought too many cds/ now he believe he a 'G', download more shit for free/ got him writing a new rap, about battling me back/ live in a house with a flatscreen but think its cool to sell crack/ and never did a business deal so you'll probly get jacked/ talkin about some chicks but never made contact, u so wack/ make a post and read the rhyme report, this shit is like a sport/ and u somethin like bobby jackson, or kwame brown/ sam cassell, u frail dont even tell me u sell/ not that it matters, close your notepad im ending the chapter/ good night.
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