a friend, warn a brother About my splurges, merges with Warner Brothers Thugs actin' funny cause 'chicks call me Honey See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money
there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin' at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum Said, I'd live it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only
it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny
it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now let's get
milli, get them all ... flat screens in the front room Quarter bricks half things in the back room Money coming, money going Serve my out of town nigger yeah that money
, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with a funny face And if I'm fake, I
ck and these broads'll f-ck? Ya'll n-ggas pick my garbage up Say my prayers, in god we trust Know I gotta lot of money so these n-ggas acting funny Gotta
from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn Dear Mom and Dad Please send money, I?m so broke that it ain?t funny
then a big man up in a high rise He cashed in his options and run Well, he took all her money and buddy that ain't funny Now Granny's work will never
niggas Is bitches too So if you're wonderin' Why we are lookin' at you Funny if you thought You always tell a brother You've got a lot of money But
velvet in the colors blue I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk I got a bitch who's funny,
, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny More guns and more money, think about it You're dead I'm livin You
in a money mode, seems like it should explode Girlies on my jammie, got a female overload Young street messiah, professional liar 19 gotta Benz, 21 I'll retire Crazy money
never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for the money To some of you that might sound funny
The fast lane, half heart, half money Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your
boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home" Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone