Work On The Table Where The At [x3]
[x2]
Imma Nigga Wit [x3] And I Don't Love Dat
I Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Make Me Rich Imma Nigga Wit And I Don't Love Dat
1:] Yea, Backpack Of Stacks All The Bitches Love Me Don't To These Rappers Im On A Diff'rent Budget
I Ain't Even Gotta Practice Gettin Rusty No I Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me
The Paper Bag Wit Durty Green Money The Bank Acount Full Of Clean Money
Fuck Chain Money, I Blow Ring I Bet That Motha Neva See Tha Big Money
Magazine Do A Spread On Me And You Can Turn Ya Back But Never The Feds On Me
Read The Note We Got Ya Lil Homey We Need Bread Homey Or Das Ya Homey
Im Like A Corleone Meet The Mob I Can Get You Whacked Or Ya Ass A Job
Weezy F. B. I Holla Coca Cola Classic Caffine
Work On The Table Where The Bags At
[x2]
Imma Nigga Wit Money And I Love Dat Bitch
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Make Me Rich Imma Nigga Wit And I Don't Dat Bitch
2:] Stop Playing Wit Me Stop Playin Wit Me Stop Playing Wit Me Stop Wit Me Bitch
Imma Cash Money Stunna On My 14 Dick A Down N Take Erry Thang From Er
Now Run To Tha Kitchen I Ain't I Ate Bitch Put 36 O's On My
See My pop was Cookin While My Mom Wuz Cookin Dinner See My Momma Iz A Cheif N My Wuz A Dealer
Grand Was A Dealer And My Auntie Is A Killer I Hope She Kno I Luv Her, The Pigs Never Get Er
My Still A Baby N My Uncle Kinda Raised Me Yaw For His Wife 'cause Dat Cancer Shit Iz Crazy
My Daughters So Smart It Scares Me Her Mother Is An Angel Always There For Me
And Me Im Just I Think I Need Theropy B-'cause Im Goin After Dat No Matter Where It Be
I got
Work On The Kitchen Where The Bags At
Work
Imma Wit Money [x3] And I Love Dat Bitch
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Me Rich Imma Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat