Beehive It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin
gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two **** dead, Tuesday
's right) Here come another man Unlike no other man Candy coated whoa! Switching in every lane Ya'll help me Why don't cha Please help me 8th girl this week and its only tuesday
Hoo Bangin' and Cash Money Hustlin' every Friday Got a package on Wednesday, Thursday, I broke it up Now Friday done came, today we cookin' up Ain't
me You got the air in your hair, your nose in the bends You got the antichrists wishing they were born again You got a pocket full of cash, your feet
Well I met her up on Leeson Street of a Tuesday afternoon In Summer's fallen colours, sulking back to school I asked her would she linger, and she asked
I mean? Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow My money makes stacks and real deals I keep my cash
swift You can't Hit the streets 'cause dese niggas a snitch See yo foul nigga And he on yo ass He wanna violate you You aint got no cash You gotta see him every Tuesday
the pretty ladies yeah I saw your Rolex, but I think its an impostor with your brand new hairpiece, baby Ahh, the smell of cash, its good to be alive
do it once play them hoes like that While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other
my cash to stop, but it won't stop (it won't stop) cause I stay grindin 'til my casket drop (now run it back) Uh, yeah, they want my cash to stop, but
I heard her say Cash your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time Lose your dreams and you Will lose your mind Ain't life unkind Good-bye Ruby Tuesday
Jag without, lookin at the price tag Chorus Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns with my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones Talk to
but you cannot stay 'Cuz the people of God we ain't havin' it It's a good day, even though I cried last Tuesday And I was out of cash by Friday No matter
for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack And I'm a give you 3500 cash for that Gotta
right the way that you deal with her She's not something you handle like cash To be undressed like sunday's leftovers G d g To be picked on monday and tuesday
money bags shawty shawty got the bags money bags shawty i spend my money fast money bags shawty i got a lot of cash money bags shawty im stompin yo bitch
boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep Nigga