Текст (слова) песни: Tq - Gotta Make That Money

featuring E 40

Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm no no no no

Seems like every night right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn`t give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money

And I can`t tell you `bout the next man
But I love pullin` up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me

Now I`d love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again

1 - And even if the sun don`t shine, I`ll still be hustlin`
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin`, if it takes all night, can`t be strugglin`
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin` always on my mind?
Must be buggin`
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don`t mean nothin`
I`ll still be hustlin`

Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don`t mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I`m still gon` get mine
Yes, I still be ridin` in a SC on dubs
And I won`t be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn`t like) And that you wouldn`t like

If everybody kept they mind on gettin` they skrilla
Won`t be no time to fuck with mine, so won`t be no killin`
I`ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie

But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin` it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candy, so won`t you come thru

Repeat 1

[E-40]
Sometimes I`m suited up
Sometimes I`m bummy, lookin` like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
Mashin`, mobbin` and thrashin`
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin`
Throbbin`, hoggin` and doggin`
Godzilla ballin`
When it`s money callin`? War-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be `bout your bank
Sittin` fat like ?
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
? on my tail, but I`m tryin` for them, but they want me dead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock cavvy candy, ??????
Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it
Check it out
Money schemin`
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy
Biotch!!!

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» Tq - They Never Saw Me Coming
» Tq - Thugz Women
» Tq - One Day
» Tq - Dirty
» Tq - Weed Or Ass (Interlude)
» Tq - Gotta Make That Money
» Tq - I Get Around
» Tq - Best Friend
» Tq - Come Again
» Tq - Change (Intro)
» Tq - Ride On
» Tq - Liteskinfreckleface
» Tq - Grind
» Tq - Westside Part III (Buddah Remix)
» Tq - Darlin` Mary
» Tq - Westside Part III (Buddah Remix)
» Tq - Get Paid
» Tq - Daily
» Tq - T Quritesbest Friend


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tq - Gotta Make That Money featuring E 40 Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn`t give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can`t tell you `bout the next man But I love pullin` up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I`d love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again 1 - And even if the sun don`t shine, I`ll still be hustlin` Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin`, if it takes all night, can`t be strugglin` Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin` always on my mind? Must be buggin` I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don`t mean nothin` I`ll still be hustlin` Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don`t mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I`m still gon` get mine Yes, I still be ridin` in a SC on dubs And I won`t be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn`t like) And that you wouldn`t like If everybody kept they mind on gettin` they skrilla Won`t be no time to fuck with mine, so won`t be no killin` I`ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin` it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won`t you come thru Repeat 1 [E-40] Sometimes I`m suited up Sometimes I`m bummy, lookin` like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin`, mobbin` and thrashin` Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin` Throbbin`, hoggin` and doggin` Godzilla ballin` When it`s money callin`? War-rank Just ride your runners fool Be `bout your bank Sittin` fat like ? All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread ? on my tail, but I`m tryin` for them, but they want me dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, ?????? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it Check it out Money schemin` Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that? TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biotch!!! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gotta Make That Money: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/9095.html Все тексты песен: Tq » Tq - Get Away » Tq - They Never Saw Me Coming » Tq - Thugz Women » Tq - One Day » Tq - Dirty » Tq - Weed Or Ass (Interlude) » Tq - Gotta Make That Money » Tq - I Get Around » Tq - Best Friend » Tq - Come Again » Tq - Change (Intro) » Tq - Ride On » Tq - Liteskinfreckleface » Tq - Grind » Tq - Westside Part III (Buddah Remix) » Tq - Darlin` Mary » Tq - Westside Part III (Buddah Remix) » Tq - Get Paid » Tq - Daily » Tq - T Quritesbest Friend Рекомендуем скачать: » Александр Дольский - Грустный заяц » Андрей Мельгунов - Я ублажать не стану плоть... » Анатолий Колмыков - Маленький Гном » Александр Новиков - Гостиничная история » Аукцыон - Заведующий » Анжелика Миллер - Командир и девушка комиссар » Алла Пугачева - Ностальгия » Александр Розенбаум - Барахолка » Анатолий Лазарев - Если вы всерьез решили... » Алексей Макрецкий - Первая гипотетическая » Александр Мирзаян - Октябрь » Алексей Иващенко, Георгий Васильев - Пешеходы » Александр Вербицкий - Песня для спектакля Зойкина квартира » Андрей Ширяев - Ухожу со стаей журавлей... » Алина Симонова - Гертруда, не пей вина!.. » Андрей Корф - В парижских улочках Москвы... » Александр Гейнц, Сергей Данилов - Сонет №2 » А.Пугачева - Только не назад » Апрельский марш - Слоновая кость » Александр Макаренков - Жорж Сера
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