Bitch better have my money (Bitch) Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my money, money Bring back a 100 take 20, 20 20 more minutes then I'm comin' I could fuck you longer, but bitch I'm in a hurry Hurry up, Usain Bolt to the money Swear I'm the

You must take the "A" train To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem If you miss the "A" train You`ll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem Hurry, get on, now it`s coming Listen to those rails a-thrumming All aboard, get on the "A" train Soon you will

Memoria, memoria No I don't have a gun As I want you to be And I swear that I don't have a gun Come as you are, as you were As a friend, as a friend As an known enemy Take your time, hurry up

I'm tryna get this money in a hurry Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' Came back, guess it wasn't workin' I think I'm addicted to the Perkys Run that back Turbo Runnin' 'round on E, pants up to my knees I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean

Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel

Baby, I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah You should come hop up on this jet, baby Hurry up, before you get left I just wanna take a flight with you I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah Said that I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah I wanna catch a flight

Want to get dirrty Dancing gettin' just a little naughty It's about time for my arrival Get it fired up in a hurry It's about time that I came to start the party Ring the alarm (and I'm throwin' elbows) Gonna get a little unruly I need that, uh, to get

'Cause I'm just the truth Rolling like a fool What have I gotten myself into? Hurry up and choose I can get it right, one try Roll this up and let's skydive I'm in sky and I chill with this ice in my ears I want to look good out and live We shared that

Hurry up, the world needs this (The world needs this) What if we don't give in? What if we trade it all? Complacency for a voice that won't be ignored How can we just give up? How can we just give in? What if the silent majority wasn't silent anymore?

You know I dreamed about you I wanna hurry home to you Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain God, I'm very, very frightened, I'll overdo it For twenty-nine years before I saw you I missed you for, for