Lyrics for Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas f**k the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a n***a nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f**k a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'
Play with my money I'mma let 'em n***as do you
Play with my money I'mma let 'em n***as do you
Play with my money I'mma let these n***as do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money

Ride around with my cash
Put him in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, I'm not a cab
She know she got a n***a bad
She know she gotta keep it bad
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top this d**k
She know she gotta ride the m********ker
Her mama done walked in, but it's too big
She can't hide the m********ker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she minus the m********ker
Join in get the mileage m********ker
I ain't gon' disguise it m********ker
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
Yeah I'm that swift, ask her and him
Yeah add somethin', put a bone in them
Put a choker on, let 'em choke on em
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it on
Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
Spit racks on my son and his squad
That a boy, never play with tards
Man I play with 'em boys
New AK with 'em boys
New feng shui for 'em boys
Drippin' all day for 'em boys
B***h you ain't ready for the boys
How you not ready for 'em boys?
Have you ever played with the boys?
I'mma turn the blade on 'em boys

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas f**k the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a n***a nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f**k a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'

N***a watch that dog
N***a plottin' on the boy, spot 'em
Quick, target on your head, dot 'em dot 'em dot 'em
And I'm good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
Baby bleed it up, been drivin' in traffic
Twos is seated up, d**n shawty
Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

My money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas f**k the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a n***a nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin' rockin' nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f**k a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I'mma lose 'em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'

Written by:

JEFFERY LAMAR WILLIAMS, BRYAN SIMMONS, JONATHAN PRIESTER

Published by:

Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.





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