This song here is dedicated to 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 have no choice but to do it my way Uh huh, uh huh
Uhh, while are shootin' stupid I'm carefully plottin' ways to it rotten Well, planned hits until you're forgotten Y'all niggaz that utilize my style hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass wanna work for me Now me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock I drop bombs and niggaz see me with dough by eight o'clock My feet never the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're on my dick nigga, gimme yours I don't hassle with capsules, that'll make the grass grow And get a nigga paid up the asshole If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists up in steel
I'm out here tryin' to a mill', my shit is real for real While others guns I worship tons of money of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I it slow
Eighty percent of niggaz with deals Can't see me the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I a whole lot of dough (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I a whole lot of cash (Stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a lot of cash
(For real) (True) (True)
More ice winter ninety-four I toured the fifty states a trunk of raw Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties consignment but don't play me Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz crazy
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian seat recliner Under some vagina, the finer, things My crib is mean, a hundred inch screen Lettin' the shorties slide by in a while and let 'em dream
They think I've 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 heat you'll feel Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, in Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke But keep nuts, 'cause this is a man's game And we'll all pop champagne till it's a shame
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of 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 need a lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of I need a whole lot of
I'm shootin' to Vegas, green-o at the casino Schoolin' the like Vinny Barberino Welcome back, the version of the mack As as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, a swigga My style, ladies by my profile Your rollin' a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the be To come and slide down Sugar with me The high roller, up on your dice game Unfold a pack of bills, grab my then bet it all
I slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt On the block you if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, envied by So I keep a of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough I a whole lot of dough (For real) In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash I a whole 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 need a whole lot of
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Everybody from Money, Big Sarge, B Hah DJ Clark Kent, Uptown [Unverified] my V-A click running D'Shawn in the house Roughness y'all, how we do