's money, honey When I'm your lover and your mistress That's money, honey When you touch me it's so delicious That's money, honey Baby, when you tear me to pieces That's money
gone? And people got the nerve to blame you for it And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it But you felt it and still feel it And money
my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money
to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves, steal your
Biggie: Uh, uh, uh Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn auto futigued then fitigue the enemy look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up
Man I won't stop like a New York taxicab If your shit wack, we burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money, no quotas
they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come
money bombs like a taliban (hallalla) we gettin arab money (money) u want this hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take
'Allah, hey, hili bay yo We getting Arab money We getting Arab money Hala sheiki, ha lini falla Mili ha lan shi inni mala We getting Arab money We getting Arab money
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, when you get hurt by the one you living
the right moves and forget about sleep concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money
that's such a f-ckin real set No tatts but the ink of my money still wet. Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me I came here with young money
m addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money I'm addicted to money
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket
The shit I'm doing won't be seen or done for light years Talking me and you, the world is ours All we need is our love, money and the power My love,
in the evenin im all about that money man even when im sleeping im all about that money don't make me send my goons to gunnin im all about that money
P-p-pockets on etcetera, money talk bullshit Walk like George Jefferson, virgins, they ain't fuckin' with us Young money, cash money Fuck them other niggas Hey hey, I'm gettin' money
