wants a man with lots of money Not a poor boy She wants the things she'll buy with money Not a poor boy A man with money, man with money, man with money
译文: 谁的. 男人的钱.
rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
man now show me your fangs Help, need a man now show me your fangs Tell me something that'll save me I need a man who makes me alright (Man who makes
, make the haters vomit (Uh) Nigga, make some money 'fore you make a comment I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? Prolly dime chicks, whips with
a king though From a bad ass kid to man with some dough Otherwise I may well have stayed poor So while they stay focused on me beefin' With Flip and
shake my ass? Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing With the bass, with the bomb, with the bomb On the floor, in the rave With the bomb, with the bomb On the floor in the pocket with
charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to start with Weezy
just like B.O.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre Independent with
my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
I won't become extravagant cause you're my management And the guys i travel with they havin it I'm just an average man who happen to have a plan Never had to front on who
Uh, uh, Young Money, yeah, yeah I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like
't there The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for
to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (Who
fitigue the enemy look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up over the casket screamin bastard cryin, know my friends is lyin i know who
with the jewels and the jiggy hoes That nigga that'll die for his main man That nigga with the gettin' money gameplan You don't really wanna get involved, with
