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Tony Yayo

Money 2 Burn

 

Money 2 Burn

(album: Meyer Lansky - 2011)


[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire

[Tony Yayo:]
2 vanilla dutches, the uzi lit
Sour dour lookin like an oreo sticker
I'm with my oreo bitch
She black but she white on the inside
Phantom ghost black, white on the inside
Uniteds got a 300 sparta flow
Amsterdam bungalow blow hawaiian snow
The moon is my harsh mistress
Purple stash, european bitches, on the road to riches
Like cuzzi in his prime, it's a movie when I shine
Eating chen chens, groupie in the 9
I burn the l models like the phillies
In atl up in wet willies

[Chorus]

[Curren$y:]
Yea, coming up slamming chevrolet doors
Champagne bottles open up when the deals been closed
Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine
Only got 1 thing for her in these levis
He high, yea pru what's new
Ain't nuttin but this crate mona and this box 82
Tryna lace these squares with the gamecube
Paint wetter than ever but won't select to make it rain fool
Throwin money on a stripper
I rather throw my money at the smoke man homeboy deliver
With a yella tag on my weed bag that's the best buy
Gggggg jet life

[Chorus]

[P-Reala:]
Yo money to burn
So imagine that a curfew boy is smoking outta ducthes
Yea I had to make the birdy noise
A bunch of bad bitches rozay and loud kush
Presidential suites ain't service air out wood
My foreign bitch got hell stacks
Keep my pants off like they on cell crack
Car half a mill that's before the sales tax
Gotta bag full of bills and no it ain't a mail sack
I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go
Heavyweight overseas call her bricks klitscho
We all about the green like the oakland a's
Were burning paper in the club like we smoking j's

[Chorus]

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