I got money on the drank And half on the dank (The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire Hard body, these other boys teddy bears Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated Hoe I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater Cause I'm high, dumb high Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes Young guy, but rich though And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64 You know I got that bounce It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse And I'm Young Money, anyhow
I got money on the drank (drank) And half on the dank (dank) (Mack Mizzle)
It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cause Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse 40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me Million dollar man Ted DiBiase Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love
Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind) Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
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Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)
I got money on the drank And half on the dank (The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)
Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire Hard body, these other boys teddy bears Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated Hoe I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater Cause I'm high, dumb high Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes Young guy, but rich though And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64 You know I got that bounce It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse And I'm Young Money, anyhow
I got money on the drank (drank) And half on the dank (dank) (Mack Mizzle)
It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cause Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse 40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me Million dollar man Ted DiBiase Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love
Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind) Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)
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