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[Hook:] Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga Tell money I'm in love with em Tryina get it like 12 ways Gotta get this money everyday For my mama and my brother then For my niggas know I got them We in the building nigga know it's going down Down, down, down, down Saying God damn homie, I am at it again Paranoid all this money keep a stick in the bands Living wrong I just hope the lord washing my sins From the city where them niggas die in front of they kids It's cut throat and murda murda all that they know Got some homies doing time tell em all for the coke Got no love for the dough, infatuated with dope That money coming too fast, that's when they hate you the most The pretty bitches to love, so they fuckin me good Crib 1.2, I made it out of the hood I got my wrist on chill, talking [?] to 5 Never one with the snitch, you got correctional tides, it's real [Hook:] Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga Tell money I'm in love with em SongtexteTryina get it like 12 ways Gotta get this money everyday For my mama and my brother then For my niggas know I got them We in the building nigga know it's going down Down, down, down, down I say got money and power, got the fields to the cowards Getting head in the rose, I ain't speaking of flowers Bitch I stunt for a living, talking travis pastrana Got a white panamera, I nicknamed her Madonna Neck covered in gold, check full of them O's Click full of them zouls, don't want no problem or no I'm up in nyc, home of big I sun past through the club, don't need to see id Hey I'm that boy from the bottom Got a house from [?] have a taste for the money I want the whole enchilada Come and fuck with the real, every bone to peel Every whip is a foreign, European and schill [Hook:] Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga Tell money I'm in love with em Tryina get it like 12 ways Gotta get this money everyday For my mama and my brother then For my niggas know I got them We in the building nigga know it's going down Down, down, down, down. Aus Songtexte Mania