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  • Now for some typical reason
  • Im rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah
  • My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
  • Now flex this
  • Verse one: tung twista
  • Now I just be
  • On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch
  • Two women peepin me cause really Im gone
  • In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
  • Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy Im on
  • They can see Im a cool muh*****a kickin the petty
  • Down with a tango on my razor fade
  • Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
  • Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
  • Like a game of spades, crack the bullshit
  • These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
  • Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
  • Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
  • Two players in the chi, youre thinkin do or die
  • You and I can be ***** cause Im the love that youve been thinkin of
  • The style of flow is a vocal calico
  • To show you with the mic I be speakin love, whats the words, weak and numb
  • Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
  • Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
  • Sippin after shock
  • I ball cause I see you all on rap-a-lot
  • Lets get parley and then crack the spot
  • Plenty henny for my crew and I aint even broke up half a knot
  • Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
  • And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
  • Dont you know how the money flow
  • Chorus:
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Verse two: belo
  • Mmmm, now they peep a brother rolex
  • Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
  • Money clean like windex
  • Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
  • Hoe flex Im on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
  • So I see if I can have a fruit
  • A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
  • She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
  • Smokin trees till the leaves come down
  • She be clothed aint a skeezer now, show em the paper
  • That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
  • But money maker want a triple take
  • Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
  • See him ridin in the c-a, d-i, double-l, a-c
  • Always checkin paper in tall ways
  • Pull em off the sprawlways
  • Herd a couple hoes in clothes and Im supposed to be all day
  • Parley parley, dog thats how the money flow
  • Chorus:
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how we do it in the o
  • Dont you know
  • Verse three: ak-47
  • Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
  • Rolex on my side do, lean back in the slow flow
  • Gettin paid as the night go
  • I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
  • Wheres the place that you live at?
  • Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
  • So we can get it on baby just kick back
  • Swiggin brews and perrier
  • Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
  • Ak (to where) to the pen
  • And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
  • They aint got long (to what) to see
  • Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
  • Go where I go cadillac to the show
  • Po pimp ***** the dough hit the stage and become wicked
  • Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
  • Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
  • Ima pull my surprise out
  • Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
  • Deep in chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
  • Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
  • Let the money flow
  • Chorus:
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how we do it in the o
  • Verse four: nard
  • Now for some typical reason Im rollin up with a hoe
  • And Im pattin my back seat
  • I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
  • Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit
  • Then be dip through the chi and enjoy my lexus
  • Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
  • Why you waitin for the next kid, mother*****er
  • Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
  • Get my girl in bed
  • Spend my money in the southern, mother*****ers
  • Thats thuggerin, but ima come from the heart for start
  • To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends
  • Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
  • Till money flow like a dreamland
  • But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?
  • Chorus:
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how we do it in the o
  • Dont you know, how the money flow
  • Dont you know, how we do it in the o

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