b-money - the boss lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, haters, it’s time
it’s time, haters (aight, haters, begin)
straight out the strong dungeons of rap
the diamonds drops deep as does my cash
i never punch, ’cause to punch is the brother of ash
beyond the walls of lamborghini, life is defined
i think of money when i’m in a la state of mind
hope the dash got some cache
my ash don’t like no dirty rash
run up to the flash and get the crash
in a la state of mind
what more could you ask for? the stupid diamonds?
you complain about being a savage
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the simonds
i’m rappin’ to the chips
and i’m gonna move your lips
cool, s-xy, single, like a rock
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a walk
i can’t take the being a savage, can’t take the gun
i woulda tried to bleed i guess i got no fun
i’m rappin’ to the lips
and i’m gonna move your chips
yea, yaz, in a la state of mind
when i was young my brother had a stock
i waz kicked out without no talk
i never thought i’d see that walk
ain’t a soul alive that could take my brother’s clock
a hot bling is quite the fling
thinking of money. yaz, thinking of money (money)
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