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Whut Rydas Do For Money

アーティスト:Insane Clown Posse  アルバム:Other Releases 

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Full Clip in this muthafucka, whut!!! It's all about the money, dead presidents A ryda ain't shit without his money, Ya heard me, whut,,whut...bring it whut!!! It ain't just the paper chase no more It's a way of life, fuck chasin' Put it in my pocket bitch, whut! Yea, money money money ya'll! Dollars, money, g's, chedda, green, bring it! bring it!" Once upon a time I was sittin' at a stop light Countin' my chedda, and shinnin' up the gat, right Gang tight, never caught slippin' Fools bullet dippin', straight set trippin' Hell naw, I aint lettin' this shit ride Got out, open the door and got aside Chillin' in the backseat pulled out the heat Heated to the dome, the car comin' with me what Matter of fact, fuck all that Don't care what time of day or the place I'm at Just me and my peace restin' in the crease Between boxers and denim, and everything's co-cheese Cause I ceased, and open an opportunity Everytime a sucker gets caught sittin' next to me Pockets get lined, everythings lovely One way a ryda gets down fo his money, yeah What rydas do for money A ryda gets dirty and know they get greedy Bitch run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city What rydas do for money A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks Bitch run your pockets, or get popped in the back Pockets are swole now but just not fat enough I'll do any kind of dirt for a few bucks There I go, I cased out the spot Where everything pops Bass heads and drug rocks Farmers inside bakin all the cream cheese But fuck that shit, a ryda got


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