jim jones - we get money lyrics
[intro: jim jones]
yeah, we back
a message to you rap olice
get off my d+ck
you smell me?
[?] ass n+ggas, [?] broscoe
j. read
mike lowry
you shouldn’t want to be like these n+ggas
you f+cking f+ggets, you snitches
d+ckheads, you smell me?
[chorus: max b]
eh, eh
all my n+ggas is getting bread
my n+ggas don’t cooperate with the feds
byrd gang, my n+ggas is getting money
we go hard, fast cars cruising the boulevard
you ever seen [?] so fast
we getting money
[verse 1: jim jones]
since paper is the topic, gotta make a profit
tryna make a million, [?] no [?]
and it’s a sunny day, makе a n+gga [?]
you know i love [?] spend 80 on the luggagе
it’s a cold cold world, take a trip to [?]
i gotta [?] posse, n+ggas in the lobby
bird gang, we the mob, consider me gotti
balling on you n+ggas, [?] mazerati
so i pull up to the club, stunting on the party
like lla di da di, somebody call [?]
lil n+gga stunting, had to pump him with the shotty
we live the fast life, like k!llers new [?]
i’m still riding with the lama
know i’m getting, know i’m getting tired of the drama
it’s me or them, have him crying [?]
f+ck [?] like my name was osama
[chorus: max b]
eh, eh
all my n+ggas is getting bread
my n+ggas don’t cooperate with the feds
byrd gang, my n+ggas is getting money
we go hard, fast cars cruising the boulevard
you ever seen [?] so fast
we getting money
[verse 2: jim jones]
can’t you see us getting thicker? [?] be taking pictures
[?] richer
we from the block, bunch of pretty b+tches
millions off the rocks, just me and my n+ggas
they say we hooligans, greedy and we vicious
[?] speedy [?]
and every night, heavy weed and liquor
[?] don’t [?]
thirsty for a [?], we working for the dollars
we gotta stay free, without a trip to [?]
[?] the wings
it’s byrd gang, baby, and n+gga balling fly
like even now, [?] 445
and a n+gga got a flight, ’bout quarter to 9
i got some thoughts, racing through my mind
on the highway speeding, porshe racing through [?]
[chorus: max b]
eh, eh
all my n+ggas is getting bread
my n+ggas don’t cooperate with the feds
byrd gang, my n+ggas is getting money
we go hard, fast cars cruising the boulevard
you ever seen [?] so fast
we getting money
[verse 3: jim jones]
fire up the [?] puff it [?]
not a day i don’t wake up, i don’t see the [?]
it’s like a bad dream, a n+gga [?]
moving slabs to the fiends, of the pure white coke
see my n+ggas gotta get it, they in and out of prison
i know it sound foul, but this is how we living
we [?] see the day [?]
spend 24’s, pushing 8b+lls
you either selling crack, or had to play ball
move ahead [?] shake them to the wall
[?] kids, they tryna take it all
this the fast life, a n+gga tryna ball
they need to stop snitching
maybe hit the dealer, cop a drop so you can whip it
hating ass, you need to get a clip in it
tryna stay fly, like a [?]
[chorus: max b]
eh, eh
all my n+ggas is getting bread
my n+ggas don’t cooperate with the feds
byrd gang, my n+ggas is getting money
we go hard, fast cars cruising the boulevard
you ever seen [?] so fast
we getting money
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