Put your cards on the table Gotta lay your money down Show your heart if you're able Gotta lay your money down I've waited long enough This time I'm
you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off To the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag I got a
play you Ho's weren't bread this way BK! BK (chorus)x2 Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all We more than rough, we callin' your bluff And
money right. -Chorus-AK (Layzie)- Hey, I got my money-money-money right (Dollar bills) I got my money-money-money right (Dollar bills) I got my money-money-money
down, take it down Take it down low! Take it down, take it down Take it down low! Take it down, take it down Take it down low! Take it down, take it
nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked coke I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat You can battle me up and get your money right back Crack
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that Plus he act funny and he only fuck with track money And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money It's
fuck around and get yo' life ruined Fool, so take yo' last look, you get yo' ass whooped Your Rolex took 'cause broke niggaz make the best crooks You best look over your
we hop out wit' them choppas Everybody hands go up, and they stay there They better stay there, they better stay there Lay down, lay down, lay down 'Cause
up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She
, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers I need to be an actor,but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead All of my bread
come Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun [Verse 1:] Usually the two would be Beside me when I cruise the street Blue your feet blue your seat He
n-ggers heads up We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up 8 figure n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we
what I yell at her Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans Won't your girls
singing Get your hatin' dawg, my twentyfo's keep spinning G'z up and whateva F down Not a gat, bring some money, oh really? Go act a clown Lay it up
really good Lay up in my bedroom night after night I hear screams, zombies shootin' and lootin' But now here I am and I'm walkin' down Jefferson With a bag of money
, "Hey, hammer swinger I see you brought your own hammer boy But what else can all those muscles do And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
