This here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace Who at his funeral left us with the words He did it his way (Uh huh, uh huh) So I no other choice but to do it my way Uh huh, uh huh
Uhh, while niggaz are shootin' I'm plottin' ways to make it rotten Well, planned hits you're long forgotten niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass wanna work for me Now picture me standin' on block tryin' to rock I drop bombs and see me with that dough by eight o'clock My feet touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme I hassle with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow And get a project nigga paid up the If risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is real for others worship guns I worship tons of money Tons of fun, laughin' at shit ain't even funny So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it
Eighty percent of these niggaz deals see me with the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I need a whole lot of (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I need a whole lot of In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I a whole lot of cash
(For real) (True) (True)
More ice than ninety-four I toured the fifty with a trunk of raw Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties consignment but don't play me Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all ain't crazy
I'm laid in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner some vagina, discussin' the finer, things My is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a and let 'em dream
They I've mastered the game, 'cause dames scream my name With passion, I tell 'em flashin' and start stashin' And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat feel Is a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna dope But your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game And we'll all pop champagne it's a damn shame
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a whole lot of (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I need a lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I need a lot of cash
I'm shootin' to Vegas, green-o at the casino Schoolin' the dice Vinny Barberino Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the As soon as these ladies see me don't know how to act
'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of liquor Only pop and droppin' Cristal's my throat, take a swigga My style, ladies intoxicated by my Your with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the be To come and down Sugar Hill with me The high roller, rolled up on dice game Unfold a pack of bills, my balls then bet it all
I never slept, sleepin' keeps you deep in debt On the you lucky if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, by most So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's toast, fucker
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough I a whole lot of dough (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a whole lot of
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