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Gangsta Boo lyrics Money and the Powder lyrics (Chorus) Money and the powder, money and the powder (Misses Gangsta Boo got the) money and the powder (yup) Money and the powder, money and the powder (Niggas pagin' me for my) money and the powder Money and the powder, money and the powder (I got all you bitches jade, cuz of) money and the powder Money and the powder, money and the powder (Up 24/7, cuz my) money and the powder [Gangsta Boo] I got the money AND the powder Yeah, got the fuckin' dollas, 40 Increasin' hours Trade your whole damn life for it Only tryin' to be the richest bitch That roam the city streets Keep a bird flyin' to the south For a winter's peak South folk put me up on game Cuz the game ain't changed Still the same way Likin' me and your momma gaze Rappin' get ya paid That's cool, I'm havin' fun, see Live on stage, Gangsta Boo is what they call me Good sense of humor Kinda funny once you get to know Money over bitches, once on top You don't hear me though Stay smokin' green Cuz I got it like that I stay up on some pure shit On and poppin' like that So if you try to break me Never will you succeed Cuz a bitch like me, always got a plan B With Hypnotize Minds Blindin' bitches when we come through To all enquiring minds Yours truly, Gangsta Boo (Chorus) [Gangsta Boo] It's kinda hard bein' the lady that I am, you see Without a shiesty ass nigga tryin' to get with me But we gon' ride and get high Glidin' deep in the night In your pearl Mercedes fixed with the blue headlights Okay, it's on, pop the Dom What about the 100, percent pure that you promised me Before you go under Call me Lady, me, no I'm takin' over your hood Because it's on, good Yellin' that I'm wishin' you would Try to gank me for my shit Never buyin' ya baby I be the one that rock your cradle Come and play with me baby Yee know, it's 'bout the money It ain't 'bout nothin' else Don't try to play me bitch Be fuckin' tryin' to play with yourself If it's cool, then it's cool If it's not, then it's not If ya ass actin' shady, if it's bricked or rocked Don't be crossin' like a God when you're dealin' with me It's not so easy bein' hard What'cha tryin' to be? (Chorus) [Gangsta Boo] What a trip, I got you bitches wantin' to roll with me But back in 1993, you wouldn't fuck with me But now I got an album out Look at TV, I'm on it Now you're lookin' for some fame Plus all my niggas, you want em Never that, I can't be usin groupies To call em friends Because my money and my powder would be gone in the end I can't depend on you bitches when I'm in some trouble Blow your bump and fuck me up Once I'mma fuck you up double Get your squad, what they gon' do (not shit) I thought you knew With my black hooded crew We gon' come and get you Cuz we got money to make Whatever nigga it take We got some ki's in this shit We gotta bring home some play It ain't no limit in this because we real to the fact If your ass Black, you know you gotta hustle for scraps So I'mma holla Thanks for listenin' all my ghetto girls and boys First comes money, then the powder Then relax, and you'll enjoy (Chorus) Other Gangsta Boo lyrics: Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder lyrics Da Ones Close, Know Most lyrics I'll Be the Other Woman lyrics Nigga Yeah Know lyrics Life in the Metro lyrics Who We Be lyrics Enquiring Minds lyrics Don't Stand So Close lyrics Oh No lyrics Suck a Little Dick lyrics Fuck You lyrics Wanna Go to War lyrics High Off That Weed lyrics Be Real lyrics Nasty Trick lyrics This is Personal lyrics Only You lyrics Where Dem Dollas At lyrics |