Man, you can check my lifestyle
And can see that I'm quite wild
Seven-twenty night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style
Tryin' to live spirtual
And ya'll lookin' now
I can see right now
Ya'll will never understand me
I call my best friend my family
Until they cross me
Achool and weed cost me
So I limit it
Runnin' niggaz over like Emmit wit' no squad
Drag you bout' a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars
Smoke more L's than De Barge
With connects worldwide like Machintosh
I practice livin' large (say what??)
Niggaz comin' to get can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Ya'll get none of this dough shit ya'll fiends stay ill
[Chorus]
Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Cats got beef wit me
Go call ya manz up
Coming unexpected
Fuckin' your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse-2]
Name rings up in Hollywood
But Imma true nigg, Imma stay hollyhood
I never change, might be busy tho
A lil' playa from a big ass city, yo
I love this dough
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the fedz can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my ehart into makin' you move
I'm far flung
And the charts say I'm number one
You number two, nigga
Check the bill board
Who under who nigga?
Far from amatuer, a money maka
Leave your chick alone wit me
I bet I'll take her
The games taught me one thing
Don't let her break you
Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggaz gonna feel me now
For you nerds who study my word, ya heard
[Repeat Chorus Twice]
[Verse-3]
You steady bein' on the corner right
Niggaz aint seen me in awhile
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga teary-eyed
I call you idiot cuz you really don't know me yet
I'm from the ghetto gettin' dough is all I know
I'm on the low
I'm a mystery to 5. O
Cuz they don't know
Damn my check is caught in the studios
Bussines is lovely, see me in the videos
Bitches wanna fuck me
Worldwide nigga ride
Imma 'bout to go where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm goin'
If the dough ain't right
Can't spend my last days inside a cage
I'm gettin' money and you hataz can't do nothin' for me
Either you with me or against me
Nigga let it show
I get money money non-stop the track is hot
And you know
What? Now what?
I ain't even gon' rhyme no more
Ya'll get the picture
[Repeat Chorus til' Fade]
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