Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my

Playa, turn your head round Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Playa playa (hater), Playa playa (hater) Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater) Thank you, thank you very much Good evening And for my last hit

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've

Hello? Aw shit, nigga! What the fuck time is it, man? Oh goddamn, nigga! Do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of

With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit Our father, if I should die before I wake Uh! Yeah, yeah Fuck 'em, yeah, uhh

Can I live 'til my last day Hittin' honies that be nasty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats

Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in

It ain't never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Check it up, check it up now That I ain't givin' it up to nobody but you (I ain't givin' it up to nobody) Can't get enough of the things that you do Huh, check it

Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) Venue after venue, I've been through Come up to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali) When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap