21 lyrics for "I've got money now"
Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going I met
PlayNow get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these
PlayI'm living the good life a toast to you now I can't complain (I can't complain) It's all sham pain (it's all sham pain) All in all it's a good life I got what I want I never cared about the money never really needed fame You think it would've changed me,
PlayNow get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these
PlayDouble talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in
PlayI'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight
PlayI'ma give it all I got Straight to the money no stop I'ma go straight to the top I'ma go straight to the stars Free G5, on a G5 Toast to 'em all She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) Lately I been feelin'
Play(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She take my
PlayIf you wanna know why {why I live my life} The way that I do {cause I got to get this money} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin em early, what
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