This is one of my favorite songs. https://fnfgo.io
Punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga
Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat, daddy
Did you ever really love me, Steebie?
Rrr, pull up in the brrr
Wrist on brrr, pussy on prrr-rrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes than a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for eights months
And yes, you're premature, Young Money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade
Buck-fifty on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah, the razor
She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her
Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
Told 'em Nicki be chilling them, I'mma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping, you can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love (uh-huh)
The boys always spending all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money)
The boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie)
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga
Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat, daddy
Did you ever really love me, Steebie?
Rrr, pull up in the brrr
Wrist on brrr, pussy on prrr-rrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes than a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for eights months
And yes, you're premature, Young Money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade
Buck-fifty on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah, the razor
She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her
Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
Told 'em Nicki be chilling them, I'mma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping, you can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love (uh-huh)
The boys always spending all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money)
The boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie)
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