I don't want your money, I don't need a thing I don't need a thing 'cause all I want is you I want to be your natural man, I don't need your money I
pride I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't
Prevod: Chicago. Ne želim Your Money.
I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't like that
group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But
my money up Get my money up So I went and got my money up And now I got this money up I'm in the H-A-W-A-I-I Dream dropped another one, tell them niggas bye-bye I
all that, I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit, But I still talk that CA-A-ASH, 'Cause a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at
a synonym I wasn't really spittin game I was scrimmigin My pimpinship so hard it needs censorship I'ma chicagoan till Chicago ends Till we blow like Chicago wind I don't
, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya You don't really want to get involved wit da murder But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!
track bite She don?t? know the casio cost 100 It?s been two years since I?ve done it now all the rappers want it What? everybody i'd like to announce throw your
I got your money.. I got your poor measly.." Eddie Murphy "One dollar.." Dan Akroyd "Can I borrow a dollar?" BizMarkie "Nigga you ain't shit..
your man or just thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call
I hope you understand we don't want to upset the apple cart and we don't want to cause any harm all the way down the east coast
, you got to vote for me I'm a winner, baby I am the man, yes, I am Here I am, I'll do everything I can Well, I'm a winner Yes, I'm a winner, baby, yeah
Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy I told
your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy I told
