French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin Remix Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I)

French Montana - Ain’t Worried About Nothin Remix Lyrics (Ft. Game, Problem, Dizzy Wright & Crooked I):

[Hook]
…ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
DJ Skee ain’t worried ’bout nothin’

[Verse 1: Problem]
Ridin’ round with that work…
Was not for them people…
And them hoe niggas lookin’ thirsty
Please get them Aquafina
Money come faster than Cheetahs
All hoes miss this king like Cleveland
I ride through the hood, sucka niggas be hatin’
Say they sure gon’ get at me, I’ve been anxiously waiting
Sippin’ Pina Coladas, smokin’ flowers with Asian bitches
Can’t worry ’bout nothin’
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Nigga wanna fight, we can jungle
Reebok pumps, lumps in a young punk, you feel?
No uncle…

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m in the strip club, Secret Sunday
Nigga got a 50-band necklace on
I’m by myself, I’m turning up
Haters out here better respect the throne
Let’s see your beard ’til the bury a nigga
Slipped two times, what up Macabre?
This street money, I ain’t worried, nigga
I don’t work, but see I love my job (nigga, word)
See me rollin’ down the block while I’m rolling up a knot
And I’m goin’ to the spot, bad shorty on my jock
Opened up her box on the coconut Ciroc
This Eastside, LB city, boy
Rock two chains like Tity Boi
Crooked I live like a model with ass
That mean a nigga sit pretty, boy

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]
Eastside, Las Vegas
Young player comin’ out of nowhere
Now I’m rappin’ with the big shines
Like “whoa there, little nigga, don’t go there”
So rare and prepared for the lifestyle
Spit it how I live it when the mic’s out
Got a house, wife and a night gown
Before rap, the one that would let me put the pipe down
Comin’ from the city of the Fight Night
Bringing entertainment to the limelight
All this city really needed was an artist
And guess who the artist? I guess I got the green light
Skee life, what it be like?
Dizzy Wright be like “what the tree like?”
Kushed out in the function…
Can’t kill my vibe, fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 4: Game]
Got a million on my neck…
Little fuck nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout much
Y’all worried ’bout us?
Sixteen out the clip ’til his watermelon bust
Got a bitch ridin’ shotgun
With a .45 and a Louis Vuitton clutch
Where I been? In the cut
Now I’m back, it’s a wrap, whole world on my nuts
And your girl on my nuts
Consequences when these nigga be cuffin’
I’mma hit her up, then I’m pullin’ out
Nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
Red Styrofoam cup, sippin’ on the gas
I can slow it down like French
Or I can go Twista on that ass
My niggas turn it up, never turn down
While I’m sippin’ the Dom
My niggas gettin’ it on
We’ve got your bitch in a thong
Flipping her thong, one sip and she’s gone
We’ll turn it on
Give her the long bone and then she go home
Make a nigga pull a grip out the cut
I’ll call a bitch I can fuck
Have her howling at the moonlight
AK47 in your bitch
Put the pussy on Instagram and show you what the goon like
These LA hoes don’t like me ’cause I fucked ‘em all
I wear Louis, I wear Gucci, nigga, fuck the mall
Niggas killed the club… so they killed…
I’m ’bout to kill me a nigga… and beat the charge

[Hook: French Montana]

[Bridge: French Montana]
Ridin’ round with that work
Strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina
Money don’t mean nothing,
Niggas don’t feel you when they see you
My whole ‘hood love me
But now a nigga wanna touch me

[Hook: French Montana]

Tyga - It Neva Rains Ft Game Lyrics

Tyga - It Neva Rains Lyrics:

(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California

(Verse)
Fresh off the runway, today gon be a good day
Her first time in La, she heard bout Secret Sunday
Party on rove top, convertible drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
2 shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that’s all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time’s a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for actin shy
Start about a life on stage, don’t close yo eyes
Thinkin rodeo drive, sweets at the lama ties
Oh she fly but it’s gon take more and we ain’t tired
Hoping that they gon come, she’s saving up her ones
Saying she love to hustle, champagne for fun
A New York stripper, said she left her nigga
La won’t tip er, she runnin back to that nigga
I told er

(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
(It neva rains in Southern California)
It neva rains in Southern California

(Verse)
Wake up the flies and she know it’s me
Swear to God that body perfect like them rosaries
She got me Skyping when I’m overseas
Swiping when I’m overseas, Chanel with the codeces
Berkin make er twerk it, I pop it while she workin
Niggas poppin in bands when she walk out by them curtains
Make yo rainin honest cuz I swear that she deserve it
Nowhere to nothing, nigga money longer than that suburban
Love er but she a stripper, magnum wrapped just like a turban
We just out further here, I’m going deep enough to hurt it
Yea she a squirter, that pussy homicide
And my dick can murder, The Lake Suicide
And I click on purpose, we fuckin Oceanside
Keep er wetted in them surface and whenever she resurface
It’s tighter than a virgin, like a melon when it’s swell up
Whenever she in Cali no need for the umbrella ‘cause

(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains, no
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains here
It neva rains in Southern California
Southern California

(Bridge)
To live and die in LA
Shout out y nigga Game
West Coast shit
Shout out to Pow 106
Supportin the movement, yea
Shout out to all the west coast rappers
Keepin this LA shit alive one day at a time baby
I see yall
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
I’m right here with yall in LA
Yea
It’s real shit
Shout out to everybody on they fashion tip
Make sure you check out that last kinky store on fair fact baby
Yea, we doing it big, we doing it big

(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California

The Game - Judas Closet ft. Nipsey Hussle Lyrics

The Game - Judas Closet ft. Nipsey Hussle Lyrics:

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions

Gotta make an impression, but you can’t wait for your blessing

Model bitches stip naked, while i sip on this Texas

I’m pushing this German, jesus piece on my neclace

These niggas gon’ test ya, and these bitches is reckless

And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo’ taxes

All the questions they askin’, all the cameras that’s flashin’

All the stress that come with it, it’s like you hustling backwards

If you ain’t breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday

And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play

When you the first one in yo’ fam to have the heart to get paid

Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave

Now, and now you a star on the stage

And once they cut on them lights, no turning ‘em off, that’s part if the game

Wow, people caught up in your fame

And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive, the price that we pay, that’s why I..

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

Clip tossin’, since niggas is brick flossin’

Now the bloods wit’ Slauson so niggas go get coffins

Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often

Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston

Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins

Head game sick, she bi and switch often

It’s kush, bitch quit coughin’, my six got streets talkin’

Timbo, this shit scorchin’, got Bloods and Crips walkin’

It’s Nip, so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mayne

And Nickerson’s Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson

My flow somethin’ like Nassir, I should put a pause here

….Run and tell them niggas the God’s here

This California kush got me in God’s ear

We got them Ace of Spades, but ain’t no cards here

Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here

And these extra long clips like Lamars here, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

Soulja Boy - Extendos Ft. The Game & Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics

Soulja Boy - Extendos Ft. The Game & Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics:

I got that scent, I got that scent
I got that scentI got them benz, I got them racks
I got them stacks, flocka

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

Ridin’ round with extendos, niggas think I’m playing Nintento
Niggas say we’re … like rondo, got a nigga I’m gonn need 10 though
Got a harley…for them fuck niggas,
And I got a hard top nigga, I know where to stop, get touch nigga
Then I’m hopping out the car, wassup nigga
Long ones, nigga, load gun, give me hand gun,
You say no fun, got a red bone, she got long legs
She give me long head, she roll on blood
She a monster, hit it from a nigga with a clip
You don’t even wanna see what she’ll do to a bitch
And I just kill a nigga, I’ma kill that pussy
Money 7 that whole clip
… my phantom, can’t fuck with the …
Pronounce for my city, but I’m in Atlanta
Rising is red, just like my bandana
Get hit with the hammer, not money or man
Can copy my swag, can fuck with my grammar
These niggas is hoe, put that on my grandma
I’m soon and it whooping…
On tours on my jaws nigga, … got a horse in front of my car nigga
…fuck y’all niggas

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m turned up to the maximum
I’m ready nigga let’s take it go
You shoe shine so pretty there
I shoe shine so pretty here
I’m everywhere you know it
On red billy I’m black jack
on red flag you know that
your p**sy ass get toe tagged
You John Doe for that fuck shit
I pull up and I buck it
Soulja Soulja and Waka Flocka
pulling over them long choppers
niggas talking that fuck shit
Until a nigga come buck it
I’m off the deck when I’m turning my tellie
came up the water with an automatic
Soulja Soulja will you make it rain
55 diamonds in my mother fucking chain
Pow pow, nigga, bang, bang
Snakes know it is the murder game
Know where I be, know where I am
Know what’s up you know everything

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m rip it down, pocket glow, two glocks that’s some throw aways
Up and down from … street, that’s rivendale road next to the L toe
Smokers like poach, …Christmas folks
from playin counting ribon down nigga I can go both
nigga what is all about, Mollies, weed, coke
BSN my code, bad bitches and we are hundreds on the floor
smell that cush when I walk to the door
throwin stacks nigga I got a sack, put the bands in your head
For the bands, make your best friend put a bullet in your head.

The Game - Pop That Freestyle Lyrics

The Game - Pop That Freestyle Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek Mill
Tell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga Boss
Tell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana man
Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego

Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop

Uncle Luke, you better that hoe, 
I’m the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe
Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe 
Lick the cat and it ain’t … hoe
Cops be easy never wear that dope
You from the Kim Cain nigga share that hoe
Reall nigga everywhere I go
You got one, you better mad that hoe
She got a fat monkey, a camel toe
She a meenie and she call me daddyo
She like it from the back, no paddy oh
I’m from the …to her daddy know
I’m fresh as fuck, no flat top
I got sit flops in that black drop
I got green things in my backpack
I’m thugging, welcome back Pac
I’m a mac nigga, no laptop
My bitch ass fat and no ass shots
She get motivated when that cans drop
Don’t call my bitch no stripper nigga
She’s an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga
Amber Rose ain’t got nothing on my life
Made in good, ain’t got nothing on china
And I ain’t no tiger, I ain’t no tiger
Made in good, ain’t got nothing on china
Shit Japan ain’t got nothing on china
Wish that was me, nothing on china
Damn, there I go again
I ain’t tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on china
Don’t stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it
I like red bones a little chocolate
And I’m asap with that rocket list
And I’m swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes
I’m blowing that kush and it’s stucked in my clothes
They blowing my dick for that nothing they knows
These niggas they know they can’t fuck with the flow
My mind be as cold, my bitches are hot
We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock
We turning it up, off of peach and Sirock
With bottles and bottles
Like when does it stop?
With models and models they known to be fucking
She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing
I’m not gonna stuff…
I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!

Coke boy I like home boy 
I got a gold impala like gold boy
Twerking it, working it
Like waffle house I’m serving it
They play with it, I’m murking shit
… you square niggas with your circle head
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with

Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop.

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like (Remix) Ft Game Lyrics (Drake Diss)

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like (Remix) Ft The Game Lyrics (Drake Diss):

[Game Verse]
...
[Chris Brown Verse]
A fuck n***a, that’s that shit I don’t like

They throwin’ bottles, I’m throwin’ models

just ’cause I give a bitch long pipe/

Doin’ shows on the soccer field, that’s dome right?

I be singin’, he be singin’, so it’s on, fight

But hold up, I ain’t give a n***a no green light

 This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared, bruh?

Matter fact, take care bruh, you a pu**y n***a

My n***a Tunechi, yeah that n***a nice

Shout out to Nicki, man, that ass tight

Them eyebrows, man, them shits is yikes

 OVO, you overdosed, screamin’ YOLO no, I live twice.’

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like ft The Game Lyrics (Drake Diss)

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics

The Game - Burn (Remix) Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

The Megaupload Song Lyrics (Ft. Diddy, Will.i.am, Alicia Keys, Snoop Dogg, Kanye West, Lil John, Kim Kardashian, Jamie Foxx, Chris Brown)

The Megaupload Song Lyrics (Ft. Kim Kardashian, Diddy, will.i.am, Alicia  Keys, Snoop Dogg, Chris Brown, Kanye West, Lil John, Jamie Foxx, Serena Williams, Russel Simons, Brett Rattner, Floyd Mayweather, Estelle, Carmello Anthony, Ciara, Game, Mary J. Blidge, Swizz Beatz, kim dotcom, kim junior and more):

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Amy Steele - Angel Fall Ft. Game Lyrics

Amy Steele - Angel Fall Ft. Game Lyrics:

i live in a free world,
feel like i’m entitled to at least 3 girls
but who knows, one of y’all could be my personal slave
i don’t mean for the cleaning
i mean change my lifestyle and chase away the demons
spray her with rose, show her she ain’t dreaming
she shine brighter than the moon, i’ma call her venus
i made me serena the way she look in them…
let me get that bbm, you ain’t got a man yet
that’s the type of girl i like, showing off the pearly whites
watch basketball wise man, she call it the early night
yeah, it’s like she fell from the sky
she ain’t got wings but i swear that girl fly

he said, homie you’re my heart,
so i’m aiming for your heart
he said everything you do is making me fall in love with you
and i said boy i don’t know why
i’m just myself enough …try
promise this isn’t lie, boy don’t take me up so high
and let me fall
cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone

he said …down the guard,
you don’t know how sake you are
i will take her off your heart
you’ll never be in the dark
and i said boy you never know
cause i’ve heard this all before
you be there now, disappear later
nowhere to be found, do me a favor please

don’t tell me what you want me to hear
tell me the truth
will you be here with me
would you let me fall?
cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone

whoa, don’t let me fall alone
oh yeah, i know what i …
don’t wanna end up hurt
boy you can build my hopes up high
let me fall

cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone.

Game - Money, Money, Money Lyrics

The Game - Money, Money, Money Lyrics:

she said she wants some christians
she get out of work at five
so i took her ass to church
and got her baptize
yeah you are christian now
you are christian down
so pick up that bottle and …

girl ypou pick up the ..
walk to the register
i am about to take your ass to coach
and we are gonna have ..
whatever we got to be
.. i am gonna fly first class
and you are gonna be …
put a little patrol bottles ..
get a whole of .. now you are a hell …
tell them how .. sucking on my …
talking about get you a ring bitch
i put you on .. smartphone
burberry .. all these hoes want
money money money
money money money
money money money
money money money
money money money

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