One for the Money (Prod. By G-Squared)

歌詞

(Royce) Asshole Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late I already outgunned you You was around, you know the outcome too Let's play, lemme show you what Game is Heartbreak, I'm showin' you what pain is Please, I'm reppin' a 'd' homeboy Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz know And niggaz know, dealin' wit me niggaz know Aiiyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl Can't get none, but you know I love you girl (Hook) (Royce) She the one that wanna (Whoop, whoop) Sayin' at the same time what I won't do And every day I say I want you (To jump off) Where you come through, for me (I don't know) And if you come would you (Whoop, whoop) How you gon' tell me that you want to (Want to) And then tell me what you won't do (Won't do) Why you gonna lie to me (I don't know) (Tre' Little) What up girl, wit you an' your ugly friend She a two, you like sun times ten Anyway I heard you when you did the (Whoop, whoop) Chicken call (Cluck, cluck), snatchin' up mens Tell what what you want, baby daddy got that Gotta get it this week while there's no sales tax (Awwwww) You can't detect sarcasm, me I detect a freak who like orgasms (Uhhhhh) Tre I hold you down matter fact I'll be a blast to pin yo ass down (Damn, damn) Tell your friends I'm still in your ear She actin' like your pet, what you trained her this year Tramp wit a pissy attitude, say I grind food, and I bet she be cool All she want is attention, lemme give her some Take this big face, get a cab, take yo ass home (Least he gave you a hundred) I wasn't that rude, this ain't Outkast, me and you Yo mama, and yo cousin too, I'm tryin' to keep it simple I'm tryin' to f**k you, c'mon (Hook) (Royce) Okay, you want money, I want sex We can both, take it or leave it, it makes us even We like those freak hoes that like our style Clean up that pole, go upside down Us cuttin' the chains, it's just easy I call you mama, you breast feed me Wait, your tummy hurts (Oh), you feelin' better You can blow, like the Neptunes, after the Jigga record Me and my nigga Tre can tag team you Grab our two-ways and both beam you We can take you out, but your friends talkin' for ya Oh, I'm sorry, you hungry, we got some sausage for ya All it needs is a bun, and you can see it get pumped Extra special sauce, now eat it for lunch Size ten is the dick and the heat is the pump Oh I see what you want, she so indecisive, 'cause... (Hook x2)