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Da Real Gee Money Ambition As A Rider Lyrics
(All this niggas switching,All this bitches switching beTripping all this niggas keep on switching)I beat my charge yea everybody wanna see me lose,It ain't no in between pussy boy you gotta chooseShit what would I look like if a nigga play me like a foolWhole lotta paper try to take it you gon make the newsI really live what I be saying in my raps nigga(I reallyDo) this all facts I know your favorite rapper lying niggaYou know you ain't with it why you flexing with this iron nigga?We run the cityAin't no real niggaIs all mine niggaThis bitches love me i been thugging way before the rap(for real)Ain't no coming in your shouldersI can't bring my strapThrough out the cityBitch I'm loadedPistol on my lapI'm thanking god that I made out the trapI hit it hardComing upDon't know what I been throughRemember walking bearfoot cuz I ain't have no shoes(yea I remember)I started robbing, I was wilding than I made the newsHooked up with fredo started rapping,my dreams coming trueNow everyday I wake up I gotta thank the lord (lord)I love my daughter y'all the reason I keep going hardI never thought that I would ever make it this farNow bitches see me in fameI'm becoming a starNo matter what I hold it down for my niggasThis niggas pussys get they money and they fame and they switch yeaBeen chilling lately I Been missing my businessYour bitch will leave you whenYou're broke and fuck a nigga they switchNo matter what I hold it down for my niggasThis niggas pussy get they money and they fame and they switch yeaBeen chilling lately I been minding my businessYour bitch will leave you when you broke and fuck a nigga they switchAll the times I had my back against the wallEvery time that pressure hit I had to stand tallAin't no nigga gave me shitI made myself a bossYou ain't really in the streets if you ain't take no lossI know my moneyI worried about no haterLook how far I came,I did this shit without no labelSmiling in your faceThey trun around and try to snakeBaby mamas trippingAnd you Wonder why they hate ya?(who knows)WaitI ain't gon stop till I blow thinkingAbout the ones I lost when I'm rocking the showI know they looking down on me like you're making theWay I got your kids and momma they gon ever be straight ayeNo matter what I hold It down for my niggasThis niggas pussy get they money and they fame and they switchBeen chilling lately I been minding my businessYour bitch will leave you when your broke and fuck a nigga they switchNo matter what I hold it down for my niggasThis niggas pussy get they money and they fame they switchBeen chilling lately I been minding my business your bitchWill leave you when your broke and fuck a nigga they switch yeaRip to all my niggas I lostYa heard meAnd free all the otherYou know what I'm sayingFree all them real niggasYou know what I'm saying MaineI forever got y'all your mommas and kidsEverybody gon be straightThat's on gang
Ambition As A Rider (G-Mix) Da Real Gee Money. Blvd Mel, Fredo, YMM Captain) Da Real Gee Money. Never Change Up. A person interest in just making money. Song lyrics, song meanings, albums, music and more. Stay open to all things, Unknown and new, Then one day, we'll all say 'Hey look, we've come through' wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Uhh, paper chase.
Da Real Gee Money Ambition As A Rider Lyrics
Writer(s): Garret Burton
Chase The Paper - 50 Cent Lyrics
[50 Cent:]
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[50 Cent:]
I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We still mobbin', niggas still starvin'
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
He's still a real niggas, still will kill
Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
I'm gone
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Prodigy:]
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny bitch
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick
I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind
Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Styles P:]
Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the Beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I ain't chasing pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making