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[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson
[00:00.000]Money, money, money, money
[00:02.079]Cake I need the cake nigga
[00:05.467]The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
[00:07.521]Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
[00:10.396]Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
[00:13.305]You won't have another birthday cake afta that
[00:16.099]Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
[00:18.912]I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
[00:21.600]To get the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
[00:24.843]And you mutha ****as lookin' like steak
[00:27.394]Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
[00:30.201]Don't get moved by the tools
[00:31.483]Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
[00:34.492]You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
[00:36.268]Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
[00:38.865]I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
[00:41.559]Banks don't rap wit a back pack
[00:43.877]I'm in it for the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
[00:48.188]You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
[00:53.028]I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
[00:55.634]I don't give a f*ck, it's goin' down like that
[00:58.489]I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap
[01:01.342]In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
[01:04.266]I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
[01:07.030]My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
[01:09.958]Southside trama drama wit' gallamas
[01:12.676]I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
[01:15.317]Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
[01:18.247]I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
[01:20.980]When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster
[01:23.882]Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
[01:26.823]You ****in' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
[01:29.562]Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
[01:32.394]I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
[01:35.185]Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
[01:37.962]The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
[01:40.752]Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
[01:43.606]Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
[01:46.500]So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in a week
[01:49.170]Can't a mutha ****in' breathin' tell me I can't eat
[01:51.891]Show me the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
[01:55.793]Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks
[01:57.936]No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
[02:00.601]Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak
[02:03.564]Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
[02:06.154]You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
[02:09.065]Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot
[02:11.740]'Round here niggas get found upside down
[02:14.424]Ova the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake

文本歌词

作词 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson
作曲 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson
Money, money, money, money
Cake I need the cake nigga
The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
To get the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
And you mutha ****as lookin' like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack
I'm in it for the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a f*ck, it's goin' down like that
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas
I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster
Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
You ****in' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in a week
Can't a mutha ****in' breathin' tell me I can't eat
Show me the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake
Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks
No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot
'Round here niggas get found upside down
Ova the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake