Simple Man E

Uh, Yeah. The pussy good but overrated. Yeah, the pussy good but overrated. Graduated from a player to a P at the Age of nineteen. Simple man, can't you understand? I only want the money in your hand. The pussy good but overrated. Graduated from a player to a P at the Age of nineteen. I never looked back. If I gave her this dick, then believe that A nigga took cash. Internet was slow, I trained them to walk the Blade fast. Keep your head down, don't give a Nigga no contact. With eyein' less it's eye Morgan Freeman, you know I'm fast, black. I started having flashbacks, I miss that bitch Nini. I started searching the low track, it shut down The high track. Bitches selling pussy on Seymour for Whole stacks. It's real, Yeah. Simple man, can't you understand? I only want the money in your hand. I been drinking more lately-Give your money. Sipping more lately, like I'm sipping Four's daily. In a different zone, pacing, thinking about the Homies gone-And the ones that still sanctioned. The ones who made me think for myself. Wish I could thank them, took an oath to Put on for the set. Give I love you Sway, we now the hood On. It's Crawling with feds like it's the eighties. That ain't paparazzi, homie-your That's the Federales snapping pictures at the funeral. I rock the ski mask under my goggles. The black Locs with the top hat from Opelaka. Looking like the Darkman in the movie, except I Got a chopper. In the backseat looking for Ricky Like it's still a problem. Aw damn, guess I'm back on my bully. Yelling free Weed and Bully, and Baby Quack too. Damn, I miss you, fool. Look nigga, you got a price on your head. Your bitch is up in my bed. I'm a Mongul, Mongolian, looking for the spread. Tuna fish and noodles, some oysters and yolk. Nigga, you fresh fish. Nigga, you cooked food. I ain't looking for conversation, it's time to get Fed. Disintentional, nigga, and I get bread. Original, nigga, soon as I walk in the party. They know me, homie, Nicklaus Elijah Gotti. My sister's Rebecca, I'm headed to Tribecca. Can't see the connection, trifecta to nine Peckin'. Bitch, you thought it was a game? Hey bitch, Where my money? My money, my money. Can't you understand? I only want the money in your hand. Hollé. Give me your money. Every dime is gone. Give me your money. Every dime is gone. Look man, just, Give me your money. Every dime is gone. Listen, nigga. Give me your money. Every dime is gone. We ride now. Man, bitch had the nerve to Ask me if she was the one. I looked her directly the motherfucking eye, I said, "Well, nah bitch, you ain't the one, bitch. I'm the one, you the zero. Together we a ten, without me you a zero." Hey, run with that J Worthy. Say Nick one more time.