No Question lyrics
No Question lyrics
"You Can Get That lyrics"
Over My Head lyrics
(Middleton) A combination of the two wort ideals that you might have well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you it's sad to think that it's all gone over my head i like to think it was easy not to have said it's sad to think it all went over my head i liked to think it was easy not to ha
(feat. Bianca)(Middleton) A combination of the two wort ideals that you might have well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you it's sad to think that it's all gone over my head i like to think it was easy not to have said it's sad to think it all went over my head i liked to think it was easy not to ha
[Bianca]
Uh, first lady
Uh huh, No Question
C'mon, c'mon
We gon' have a little Cristall poppin' here
You can see me in the top, be clear, not the Benz baby boy
I'mma go wit the box this year
We ain't gon' take it, we can stop it there
California, pay Rodeo a visit
Cuz if it ain't Hollywood, in a year you'll be kickin'
Get it down, C's spent in the rolls with me
M.F., No Q, I was suppose to be
[No Question]
If you want a five double O, you can get that
If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that
If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady
Let's spend some money, we
Yarmouth Town lyrics
In Yarmouth town there lived a man He had a little tavern by the strand And the landlord had a daughter fair Pretty little thing with golden hair [Chorus:] Won't you come down Won't you come down Won't you come down to Yarmouth town One night there came a sailor man He asked the daughter
can do this babyIn Yarmouth town there lived a man He had a little tavern by the strand And the landlord had a daughter fair Pretty little thing with golden hair [Chorus:] Won't you come down Won't you come down Won't you come down to Yarmouth town One night there came a sailor man He asked the daughter
If you want a mink coat, you can get that
If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that
If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady
Let's spend some money, we can do this baby
Anything mamma, go and get that dough
Don't spend cash, won't call no more
Cats wanna know you but they don't know
You want the fast life and them high priced clothes
Money ain't never been a thing to me
If your woman ain't laced, then she's gonna leave
You're lookin' for a baller then you just found me
Let's hit Rodeo for a shopping spree
[Repeat 1]
I'm looking for a partner who will die for me
[Chorus:] I don't really wanna stay, I don't really wanna go, But I really need to know, Can we get it together, Get it together. I don't really wanna go, I don't really wanna stay, But I really hope and pray, Can we get it together, Get it together. [Verse One:] You don't know th
On the down low, take a fall for me
Take a long stroke 'till my back gets weak
Ma, I love the way that you play these cats
Poppin' their guns like they built like that
Talk about game and ain't got no rap
Anything you want baby, you can get that
[Repeat 1]
[Bianca]
We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my ear
Baller, huh? Hundred thou' twice in a year
First Chick's the name, you gotta make the white sick
Drop six and I love the way the rock sit
Stay long, I'mma show you how to top flip
I ain't jokin', just floatin' where the chips at
Focus on the crib, clothes,
The Whistle lyrics
(feat. Masta Killa, Prodigal Sunn) [Intro: RZA] [whistling] [beat kicks in] Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital [RZA] Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle From a baby's lip, the digi made me
I'mma get that(feat. Masta Killa, Prodigal Sunn) [Intro: RZA] [whistling] [beat kicks in] Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital [RZA] Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle From a baby's lip, the digi made me
What it take to make the kitty cat purr
The chrome wheels, lights in six blame fur
Platinum piece in back of every four karats
Stack at least cuz I got a heavy 'dro habit
It's all about the chips, be all about the cash
All about the wrist he ballin' in the Jag
Tipsey, crispy, all up in my glands
Fifty, sixty, all about my man
Fendi, Gucci shot the boss's game
[Repeat 1]
It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough
It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'
It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough
It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'
[Repeat 1 until fade]