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Money Moves The World Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
I ain't throwin' my pay away, fuck wrong with you bitch
Nigga money don't grow on trees, I work hard for this shit Won't get lined over no clit, use my head more than my dick Keep my bankroll on my mind, love my clip more than my chick Hating hoes all on my shit, and I slide more then I slip Slip in and out then I dip, all I been about was my grip Treat my dinner like it's my last, hoping the car don't crash! (why?) Cause I'm high and drunk, Hawain skunk guides me on my path Ask any motherfucker you want They know I'm hot, I control the block, and I hold the Glock Know just which words to use to get the hoe to pop Little niggas want doe or not? They think I think I'm ill I think they think the same, fake niggas can't keep it real Soft niggas ganna wait their turn, a real G gonna skip the line Push you in the back and don't really care how you react Cause he grips the nine Nigga I'm living fine, my car and my crib is mine Why should she have her piece? I'm not the marriage kind (naaah!) Money moves the world, Money moves the world! (NEW YEAR!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (same ol' nigga!) Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (Mind on bank roll, nigga!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (You could sting the whole nation!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (The doe makes anything come!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (Hoes make money anything goes!) Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (2008 flow!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (YEAH!) Pussy comes with paper, cause paper moves the world One look at a good bank account will make you lose your girl She looks good, with no doe, I trick off on no hoe I'm game tight, you so, so, nigga what do you work for? You know me, purple tree, break a bitch, a bitch won't break me That's not my reputation, Shorty I fuck for free Take you from bad to good, teach you from right from wrong Show you the finer things, beat you from night to morn' Shout out to all my exes, they help me write this poem From Atlanta to Texas, the shit they like to show him My hairs blowing, my windows all the way down You love her more than you love you And she's nowhere to be found Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (uh!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (YEEEEAH!) Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (You know!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (How it go!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (Still M.O.B doe!) Money moves the... Money moves the world! (hahaha!) Money moves the world! Money moves the world! Money moves the... Money moves the world! |
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