Ae CellyOneFour 2770 ONEFOUR, fuck em all (I just want the money) (Fuck man, just tell em I just want the fuckin money) (I just want the fuckin money) (HollaBack Beats)
Pull up, pull up Rock up to the op and tell em what is goodie lad? Whats in the fanny pack, a footy back Dont worry what I put in that Just worry if my mood is mad Cuss him out, swing, ching She’ll be eetswa, if my face is covered and my hoodies black Whatch you movin back Runnin man? They call you fags You doin laps You loosin raps Blitzin us, when [?] Cruisin through the 70 Blastin all the gutter rappers Resemblance with my life, thats when I fell in love with that
Barren ladz will be flexin alot We see whats goodie, with these pussys If their testin the block Islander pride, head always high, 685 Then the turn for booster [?], when we sat at the spot
Ae We are just chillin in the 70 Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody Get the money, like Mickey hungry for cheddar cheese
We just want the fuckin money Where Im from, robberies and drugs, get the money Where Im from, poverty will always tell me somethin Yeah! We just want the fuckin money
That beat from hell so My people, pushin pounds though Get that stinky lounge cold Or a lovely ounce coal You steppin into our zone Got them hitterz on that cloud smoke To knock you out cold Trappin in the household I need these rubber bands, so I can feed my lovely fam Get em out the gutter, man Only a few will understand Im that beast in the jungle, hustle, will tussle muscle That murder connect these double troubles To scuffle bundles Empty pockets, ain’t gon feed no one I need to be the one to feed my mum Act like I’m that needy one If it ain’t the mad work or trap dirt Then catch a black hearse, when you step on my [?]
We are just chillin in the 70 Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody Get the money, like mickey hungry for cheddar cheese (Holla, Holla Back, whuh) We are just chillin in the 70 Fuck it, Ima tell you twice how we the recipe Whatever weather, Im stayin here with my melody Get the money, like mickey hungry for cheddar cheese
We just want the fuckin money Where Im from, robberies and drugs, get the money Where Im from, poverty will always tell me somethin Yeah! We just want the fuckin money
(I just want the money) (Fuck man, just tell em I just want the fuckin money) (I just want the fuckin money) (I just want the money)