You're always nice to me when I am feeling nowhere You're always listening when I am saying nothing And when I feel alone, you know how to pick up the
no listen Daddy Nitro like a fierce ?? Me flow upon de mic from a ?? area Pam pamma, original chat masta Me pam pamma, original chat masta Me pam pamma, me
me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come, first served basis You know hoe be goin' to nice places
money money money Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money money
wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money
you feel this, come, holla at me, I need them girls Them cute and sexy girls from all over the world If you feel this, come, holla at me, I need them
Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call
a sheriff I ain't never been a marked bitch, you too ballsy Wanna drive my car closed-up, that's when you lost me I tell a bitch real quick, I ain't
I keep it tight, best to believe I'm moving right Keep my business on the low, you best to believe I'm outta sight I like money, money, money, girls
had your shot no give me mine Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man You think you going to keep me down They don't
the fuck she get the codes, I don't know Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me (Over) Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch besides me
your shot no give me mine Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man You think you going to keep me down They don't want
[Featuring Ynot] Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be...
And they got knives and drugs and pain to spare And here I am in my clean white shirt With a little money in my pocket and a nice warm home And we got
follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried
got no business out here in this cotton field, And that beatsack skirt And that hand-me-down shirt. Now, why don't you listen to me, baby. I'd dress you
I drop bombs like who say mad ass Verbal ammunition when I solve a blast ass I stash cash Assassination like Ras Kass Bitches and 10 hut I'ma money making
know I called the crib told my broad, I ain't coming back home I then found me another chick I wanna bone They call me short, I'm nothing nice Been
