Work On The Table Where The Bags At
[x2]
Imma Nigga Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Make Me Rich Nigga Wit Money And I Love Dat Bitch
1:] Yea, Backpack Full Of Stacks All The Bitches Me Don't Compare To These Rappers Im On A Diff'rent
I Ain't Even Practice Never Gettin Rusty No I Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me
The Paper Bag Wit Durty Green Money The Bank Acount Good Of Clean Money
Chain Money, I Blow Ring Money I Bet That Motha Fucka See Tha Big Money
Money Do A Spread On Me And You Can Ya Back But Never Turn The Feds On Me
Read The Note We Got Ya Lil Homey We Need Bread Homey Or Das Ya Dead
Im Like A Meet The Fucking Mob I Can Get You Or Give Ya Ass A Job
F. B. I Holla C-M-B Coca Cola Caffine Free
Work On The Table Where The At [x3]
Work
Imma Nigga Wit Money And I Don't Dat Bitch
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Make Me Nigga Wit Money And I Don't Love Dat
2:] Stop Playing Wit Me Playin Wit Me Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me Stop Playing Wit Me
Imma Cash Money Stunna On My 14 Dick A Bitch Down N Erry Thang From Er
Now Run To Tha Kitchen I Hungry I Ate Bitch Put 36 O's On My
See My pop was Cookin Slabs While My Mom Wuz Cookin See My Momma Iz A N My Daddy Wuz A Dealer
Grand Daddy Was A Dealer And My Is A Killer I Hope She Kno I Luv Her, Pray The Never Get Er
My Brother Still A 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 She's Always For Me
And Me Im Just Wild I Think I Theropy B-'cause Im Goin Dat Money No Matter Where It Be
I got
Work On The Kitchen The Bags At [x3]
Work
Imma Wit Money [x3] And I Don't Love Dat
I Tell Er Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Me Rich Nigga Wit Money And I Love Dat Bitch