8Ball & MJG Album

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Oh, I know what they wont do. Uh-Oh Yeah-Yea
Oh, It's bout to be a problem (that's right) It's your boy Nitty
I'm with my big bru 8 ball and MJG
It's that new shit nigga

what it sound like - sound like money (like money)
what it look like - look like money (like money)
what it feel like - feel like money (like money) ((ayye))
what it is real life make a nigga money

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what it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
celebrate haters cant bring me down if you want do it not chu fixin to see me now all in face yea with my gold mouth there niggas thought we was gone like jd hair but we still in your ear throwing memphis in the air on the space shuttle weed got me way up there i swear i aint rich but i feel like a billionaire hustle to i die yea fuck around and but it there one licks two licks three licks four keep hit licks like im playin a guitar

what it sound like - sound like money (like money)
what it look like - look like money (like money)
what it feel like - feel like money (like money) ((hey))
what da real life making dat money

tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
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I look, I smell, I taste like money its a big big mistake ya try ta take sum from me just want it i shit it out 55 hundred then flush it down the toilet gaw damnit i gun it I'm PIMP TIGHT mj's stick wit the benz tho ben told me mj write about the benz first let em know you keep around ill be in the crowd wit em if im sweatin you to hard take a paper towl wit em ride chu loose bowels wit em leave em in the trash can hundred thou for the trash man ima bad man hell even worse trick she use it not want it that's when I used to fuck with her forget her cause...
what it sound like - sound like money (like money)
what it look like - look like money (like money)
what it feel like - feel like money (like money) ((hey))
what da real life making dat money

tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)

I got all kind of cash,yes , gold rover range
the girls sell me fast, road runner brings (beep beep)
Dro and Eightball in a whole nother lane (watch out)
The trap taking MJG, a whole nother theme
Chevy with the ?bayne? dont forget to spray it down
Coming out hard, tell them bitches lay it down
My wrist weigh a pound, I got stupid ass jewelry
Gettin Quarter mil, in the coupe it's that serious
I hit a hatin, hatin I got superman ?
blue and Red lamborghini, Superman?
Polo Polo Polo I been doin that for years
If you smell like money, you can touch it dont be scared Young Dro

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Life life
Life goes on
New music
8ball and MJG
What up thug
Boss
It's ya boy drama
Hey ya boy
Life goes on
I been up I been down I been in I been out I was loved I was hated bitch niggas tried to cross me off nigga I been on I been off I been a worker I been a boss out of all the shit I ever been I never been soft I been broke I been rich and a nigga aint never been no snitch Ima bad black nigga but I never had a problem getn no bitch but I been stranded I been alone had my kids before I was grown shot that pistol that made them, yall niggas keep that dumb shit away from my door I been cheated and I been robbed niggas don't give a fuck who u are niggas don't give a fuck bout your standards niggas don't give a fuck u a star you got all the latest guns u got 80 niggas with u but if niggas wanna hit cheya best believe they'll get cha
Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on
I seen it all some boys wall then fall down and crawl when they knockin down them all next they tryn to sell it all these streets are wild just one call can have you locked down by dem laws one niggas snitch make up some shit conspirises hide behide them walls game so foul not just crack a nigga out here tryn to sell ya rap feel like I back up in that trap I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks radio only play shit that's whack they aint tryn to hear niggas spit these facts so I guess I never get me no plex but shit I quit before a nigga to do that man I'm a hustler I don't need rap to move out the hood and live this good I'll sell anything that a nigga buyn boys better get that understood was born broke up in the hood but I refuse to move back life goes on just stay strong pot tell me that
Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on
Some of our mothers and fathers are gone our sisters and brothers are gone our babies and children are gone but life goes on and so u gotta be strong because hard times do not discriminate they only intimidate bully and illuminate people without any faith and if it wasn't for the big phomes in my life I would of never ever learned how to climb out some things you can't be told or taught some things you just gotta find out some people go from millions to nothing some people go from nothing to mills but what both them got in common neither one of them is happy still you can bring a preacher back to steal or whatever your tactis is so many people out here so fake they need to take a break and practice real pimp tight mj tryin to live life and do a little good I played my part but I didn't ride the bull
Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on

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