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Utwór: Money Stretch

  • wykonawca: Lil Zane
  • wyświetleń: 1219

What? What?
  Money stretch
  Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
  ATL's finest, what? What?
    Man you can check my lifestyle
  And see that I'm quite wild
  Seven twenty-eight night child
  Universal and versatile
  You study my style
  Trying to live spiritual
  And y'all looking now
  I can see right now
  Y'all will never understand me
  I call my best friend my family until they cross me
  Alcohol and weed cost me
  So I limit it
  Running niggas over like Emmitt did without a squad
  Drag you about a hundred yards
  Many bumps and scars
  Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
  Smoke more L's than Debarge
  With connects worldwide like Macintosh
  I practice living large
  Niggas out of town don't understand these kids (say what?)
  Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
  I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
  Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill
    Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  It's not a game
  Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  Now throw your hands up
    Name rings up in Hollywood
  But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
  I never change, might be a little busy though
  A little nigga from a big ass city yo
  I love the dough
  Give me hits, give me more chips
  I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
  I came in with nothing to lose
  Now I put my heart into making you move
  I'm far flung
  And the charts say I'm number one
  You number two nigga
  Check on the Billboard
  Who under who nigga?
  Far from an amateur, a money maker
  Leave your chick alone with me
  I bet I'll take her
  The game's taught me one thing
  Don't let her break you
  Money make the world go 'round
  And the girls go down
  And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
  For you nerds that study my words, ya heard
    Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  (None of us fuck around)
  Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  Now throw your hands up
    You steady being on the corner right
  Niggas ain't seen me in a while
  You probably thought I died
  You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed
  I call you idiot cause you don't know me really yet
  I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
  I'm on the low
  I'm a mystery to 5-0
  Cause they don't know
  Damn my check is caught in studio
  Business is lovely, see me in the videos
  Bitches wanna fuck me
  Worldwide nigga ride
  I'mma about to go to where some people call the other side
  And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
  But I can't keep the way I'm going
  If the dough ain't right
  My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
  I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
  Either you with me or against me
  Nigga let it show
  I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
  And you know
  What? Now what?
  I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
  Y'all get the picture
    Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  Money stretch like a rubber band
  So wrap the grands up
  Catz got beef with me
  Go call your menz up
  Coming up unexpected
  Fucking your plans up
  Bustin' rounds lay it down
  

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