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Lil Wayne( リル・ウェイン )
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Money On My Mind - Album Version (Edited)
Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy, J.R Birdman my pa, bitch; ball bred, born rich Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick I know, but trip and that .40 make a chip Out a potatohead wimp and like ranch, I dip And the hustle was all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist I whip coke like hoes, nigga I'm a pimp Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby now we talking
Fuck bitches Get money Get money fuck bitches Fuck bitches get money Fuck bitches get money
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how In the heart of the summer we need a snowplow What you know bout that, baby it's yo' time Coke transactions on the phone we call it 'blow job' Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch getting sloppy with the pots Hopping off the boat meeting Papi at the docks もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com He tell me I'm gaining weight I tell him I'm getting paid Money over bitches I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age, go after what pays These Gabbana sunshades block the sunrays I drop a car note in the mall on the first day I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way That cake like it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, ya heard me Where money's more important than the person
Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' 'bout my next dollar I'm digging in the game, tryin' to get some money out her I'm so vain it's a problem It ain't a stain on these Pradas, I'm just being modest Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it She still down... and she don't get none of the profit Wheel around the city, let the tints hide me 'That's a cold muthafucker, whoever inside it' Forever symbolizing the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do Giddy up baby, if you got it then hit 'em up baby I know it's crazy but I can't get enough, baby I love it I fuckin' love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public Ridin' to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money
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