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DJ Capcom is the beast in this game. Y'all better get believe We found that some wax Had been so high it was stuck to the Ceiling. Yeah, you know I go stupid with the Money. A million fucking dollars, what would you do With the money? We go dumb with the money. Go get you some money. If you ain't got no money, you ain't getting None from me. Excuse me. Hold on, I gotta get back to the money. To the money. Watch out, I need to get Back to the money. Go 'head, I'm about to Get back to the money. To the money. It's on, let's get right back To the money DJ Capcom I'm still acting like I never had shit. A fat bankroll with a rich, fat bitch. They know I still got it, I ain't lost One bit. You can go and ask Pit, We ain't lost one brick. A, Atlanta to Miami, I come to spend something. Them pussies try to kill me, but they ain't Did nothing. I just doubled up my order and Get it cross the border. The streets love me, I make the drought a Little shorter. I do it 'cause he don't, Get it 'cause he front. Bitch, I'm balling, I'ma buy my hoe whatever she Want. I done lost money, made money, Paid money, saved money. Now this shit coming so fast, I got to Wave money. I got dope money, hoe money, Show money, rap money, trap money. That make it rain and get it back money. Yeah, you know I go stupid with the money. A million fucking dollars, what would you do with The money? We go dumb with the money. Go get you some money. If you ain't got no money, you ain't getting None from me. Excuse me. Hold on, I gotta get back to the money. To the money. Watch out, I need to get Back to the money. To the money. Go 'head, I'm about to get back to the Money. To the money. It's on, let's get right back to the money Federal authorities say these three men now run an Organization more violent and at least as powerful As the American mafia DJ Capcom Uh, And I ain't even seeing rap money. So when you see the Cuban link, think trap Money. And when you see the pinky ring, Think craps money. Caddy on rims though, powdered form of crack money. Man, and I was getting that yen, son. So every week I'd hit P-Town and I'd spend Some. See, you ain't ball like me and don't Believe that you'd survive the fall like me. I'm cut from a different cloth, they ain't all Like me. But like O-Dog in Menace, Son, they all like me. And I'm all about the C. R. E. A. M. Like Wu-Tang said. So I'll terrorize the mic since Hussein's dead. I got dope money, hoe Money, show money, rap money, That make it rain And get it back money. Yeah, you know I go stupid with the money. A million fucking dollars, what would you do with The money? We go dumb with the money. Go get you some money. If you ain't got no money, you ain't getting None from me. Excuse me. Hold on, I gotta get back to the money. To the money. Watch out, I need to get Back to the money. To the money. Go 'head, I'm about to get Back to the money. To the money. It's on, let's get right back to the money Capshit I go stupid with the money. With no roof and it be sunny, I go Koopish with the money. If you was younger, what would you do with The money? Run your mouth and get it took Or get to shooting for the money? Excuse me, I'ma go and get back to the Money. Hundred grand is like a hundred when you Get that many monies. Hungry niggas watching mommies when you get that Many homies. Like, "Is that his daughter's bike? So what his mama like?" You know the drama might come tonight when your Money right. Old partners acting funny like they Money mice. Hold bread like the old heads told Me. Might go fed like the old heads before Me. I dope money, hoe money, show money, Rap money, trap money. That make it rain and get it back money. Yeah, you know I go stupid with the money. A million fucking dollars, what would you do with The money? We go dumb with the money. Go get you some money. If you ain't got no money, you ain't getting None from me. Excuse me. Hold on, I gotta get back to the money. To the money. Watch out, I need to get Back to the money. To the money. Go 'head, I'm about to get back to the Money. To the money. It's on, let's get right back to the money DJ Hayes
Young Buck, Jimmie Hoffa & Blood Raw — Stupid Moneys
«Stupid Moneys» — Young Buck, Jimmie Hoffa & Blood Raw. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:02. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
