UF - Empo | Текст песни

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[Chorus:]
They know what we want, give it to us [x4]

Twenty, tens, n fives (carots)
If you a balla than a hundred's gon' fly
That's what I'm talkin bout
Stacks to the sky

We gon' twenty, tens, n fives [x2]

[Verse: Rick Ross]
I'm not a five dolla nigga, I'm a billion dollar entity
All I chase is money only bad bitches interest me
Dade County nigga, diamonds come from Tiffany's
Bought the prototype n they hit the streets eventually
Toss my dolla bills, toss my dolla bills
All I ever wanna do, toss my dolla bills
All they talkin cease, u could hear the breeze
When the bitches realizin that I'm throwin hun' beefs

[Verse: Trina]
Twenty, fifty, hundredes on my bed I think I'll pay but
Pillows made of thousand dollar bills can you wait
Million dollar carpet, then I'll fuck it, keep the change
I keep a lenin closet of some fresh, she said what's his name
I got Mr. Willdrow Wilsons hit the stocket stange
And they know what I want, they sit the money for I came
Spend it on the chain blow it all at the bar
Weezy baby comin deep, this is Trina rockstarr

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Man all I got is hundreds, I ain't even stuntin
Stuck on the bendges like Benjamin Button
Trina what it do, I ain't seen ya in a minute
But I think about my life but thank God that u was in it
Hello Weezy Baby, aka payday, twenty, tens, fives
I give that shit to nana, young money boss, cash money G
Weezy F Baby and the F is for free.