Put the money down, down, down, down, down Put the money down in a tin cup Put it down, put it down in a tin cup Put it down, put the money down Put
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' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money [Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
and I'mma shoot for Par I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money
matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money
do the things we never got the time to Better late than never, but never late is better They tell me time is money, well, we'll spend it together I'm down
Ch Ch Ch) Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put hands on this bitch
Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought
) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can
to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (Who
) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain
his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take
know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF [Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down
money won't show it I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle Talk slick, I might bust you Watch your manners, I be on the cameras I be the next cat down
, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools (WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop (WHO YOU WIT? WHO
the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who
