La The Darkman - Money To The Ceiling lyrics

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Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Everybody should know the money is the issue

I’m American when I want it I pull a …

…my fingers they surely hit you

Tell you wassup …

I’m ….believe me …

And you’re a fake ass you nigga the hood won’t miss you

…I had to catch you

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When they come to me I’mma ride …

That’s not questibel …

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

I’m out for dinner things …cut they ain’t family

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Specially after they ….

I got shooters…so I keep a magazine …

What a nigga want? A washing machine

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While she putting on her pussy …

Keep a nigga traveling with ‘em behind the scenes

I know the routine …

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With a bitch jumping on my dick like a troubling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling

Drugs…stuck in my money to the ceiling