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Dating with no dough lyrics

They say so and so was dating Love you or they're hating When it doesn't matter anyway Cause we're here tonight If you smiling, that should set the tone Just be limber baby And If you let go, the music should groove your bones Baby just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch you Yeah, you know I can make ya happy I could change your life If you give me that chance To be your man I won't let you down baby If you give me that chance To be your man Here baby, put on my jacket And then ... Ain't nobody love you like I love you (Can't love you like I do) You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (Trust ya like I do) Late at night, I talk to you (Hey) You will know the difference when IBreak this down You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy I never thought it would end up this way, Drums (Hey) It's kind of special right?Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love you baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah Girl Maybe we'll fly the night away(I just wanna love you baby) Girl ... I'm in front of you Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two Or me and you put on a stage show And the mall kids, that's how to change low From them you heard "wow, it's the same glow" Look at me, I say "yeah, it's the same dough" We the same type, you my air of life You have me sleeping in the same bed, every night Go rock with me, you deserve the best Take a few shots Let it burn in your chest We could ride down Pumping N. yeah You know, you think about it Sometimes people just destined Destined to do what they do And that's what it is Now everybody dance.[Hook: 50 Cent & Chris Brown] Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', n**** back to trickin' [Verse1: 50 Cent] Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin' Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' Them bottles poppin', b**** the mall is callin' us Quit f*****' around, not playin' around b****, s*** is for real Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal b**** fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? And I'mma let it go 'til the clip go empty [Pre-Hook: 50 Cent & Chris Brown] He think he f*****' my b****, n**** that b**** for rent He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' n**** [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a n**** from hatin' Remove the white b****, n**** Google this s*** we interracial dating This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my n**** sit on suede Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, b**** I got it made We here to make the paper, hope you n***** on the same page You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge You know my bottom b****, I done told I'd break a n**** 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin' These n***** try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?

Just something about you The way I'm lookin' at you, whatever You keep lookin' at me You gettin' scared now, right?

They say so and so was dating, love you or they're hatin' When it doesn't matter anyway 'Cause we're here tonight If you smiling that should set the tone Just be limber, baby And if you let go, the music should move your bones Baby, just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch you Yeah, you know I can make ya happy I could change your life If you give me that chance to be your man I won't let you down, baby If you give me that chance to be your man Here baby, put on my jacket and then Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Girl Maybe we'll fly tonight (I just wanna love you baby) Girl Ma, what chu wanna do? Yeah You know, you think about it Sometimes people just destined Destined to do what they do And that's what it is, now everybody dance Lyrics taken from If this song really means something special to you, describe your feelings and thoughts.

I'm in front of you Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two Or me and you put on a stage show And the mall kids, that's how to change low From them you heard, "Wow, it's the same glow" Look at me, I say, "Yeah, it's the same dough" We the same type, you my air of life You have sleepin' in the same bed, every night Go rock with me, you deserve the best Take a few shots, let it burn in your chest We could ride down, pumpin' N. Don't hesitate to explain what songwriters and singer wanted to say.

[Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:] Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' [Verse 1 - 50 Cent:] Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin' Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty [Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:] He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga [Verse 3 - 50 Cent:] I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin' Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin' These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?

[Chorus] Get your money and get out the game (get money!

) Get your money and get out the game Get your money and get out the game (get money! ) Cy Hi feels that some of the new age hustlers/street dudes are not moving properly in the streets, and forgot why they got in the game in the first place.Listen I kind of noticed something wasn't right In your colorful face It's kind of weird to me Since you're so fine If it's up to me your face'll change...If you smilin', that should set the tone Just be limber And If you let go, the music should groove your bones Just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love you like I love you You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya Late at night, I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch you People are so phony Nosy cause they're lonely Aren't you sick of the same thing? in the deck Funny how a few words turn into sex Play this free, joint called "brain" (I just love your, Brain) Ma, take a hint Make me suerve in the lane The name Malicious And I burn every track Clipse and J. Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love you baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah Girl Maybe we'll fly the night away(I just wanna love you baby) Girl ...[Intro] It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig?And you gotta keep it playa all the time, man You ain't even gotta keep it G You got too many gangsters on your team with you (Cy Hi!He drops some jewels/street knowledge of how he was taught/learned how to move in the streets and the most important goal of the game, to get out. Chris Brown) [Hook - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:] Ayo, quit captain savin', serenadin' them hoes She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' [Verse 1 - 50 Cent:] Ay hoe, get back to twerkin', back to workin' Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' Them bottles poppin', bitch them hoes callin' us Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around bitch, shit is for real Quick makin' a stack, back makin' some mill, I mean, get us a deal Bitch fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? And I'm a let it go 'til the clip go empty [Bridge - 50 Cent & Chris Brown:] He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga that bitch for rent He know how to treat a hoe, I mean all that money spent She say you a sweetheart, a sweetheart Things tend to go a little different round here, we pimpin' nigga [Verse 3 - 50 Cent:] I'm getting big money, started going hard keep a nigga from hatin' Remove the white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial dating This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, my nigga sit on suede Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch I got it made We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page You know boy in the hood'll have you running like Ricky from a 12 gauge You know my bottom bitch, I done told I'd break a nigga 12 ways A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away You hear my name on the street, circulating, you heard I'm cakin' These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolating?) Get your money and get out the game Get your money and get out the game (get money! ) [Verse 2] Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block robbers Outsiders, box riders, God got us Dodge Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses Fly swatters, dough stoppers, got choppers Know mobsters who love murder, like soccer Light talker, put in work, night walker Might off ya, good shooter, knife propper Dice dropper, street ties, white collar I done seen it all, I was taught by the mob When you stop behind the car, give yourself another car length Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac them Only trust your friends as far as you can toss them And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever took a loss, pimp When you in the club leave your pistol on the car rim My OG's done retired, that's why the police never caught them So get your money and get out, that's the lost gem [Interlude 2] See this shit ain't got no love for nobody You niggas think you poppin' right now?You better have a back-up plan Put these fools up on this, Cy Hi There's only three ways out this shit Dead, jail or get your legal hustle on I'm talkin' car-washes, barbershops, real-estate App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, rim shops Studios, understand me?) enjoy the Florida breeze Got a Zo' pound and broke it down to all quarter P's Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we used to torture thieves Immigrant killers, huh, I think they Portuguese And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of geese At 17, I was on the run with a fugitive All he gave me was game and I kept it like it a souvenir I swear I seen them things come, whiter than some new veneers I was supposed to be in school, I think it's like my junior year Cadillac Coupe De Ville, he said, "Remember three rules First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, shoot to kill Never shit where you lay, don't bring that work to the crib Clique full of killers, that means you got a weak crew You need some corporate gangsters, just can't have a bunch of street dudes" Never gang-bang but I can call 'em if I need to My homies was crippin' so hard, all they eat is seafood Had a manager named Bellow, he used to teach me Kung-Fu It was ironic 'cause I had to call him Shifu Boy I'm dope, you should put the lighter on the teaspoon All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street cats Funny I'm all of them niggas rehab Fuck around and relapse when I hear this beat slap Just on Brockett Road alone, I was servin' like three traps I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps If a cutie was a mile, I just served a nigga three laps I be nervous when I rap cause I be thinking the beat tap-pin' You and your dogs is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap [Interlude] Dig this, man sharpen man like steel sharpens steel, understand me?Check this out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving 'Til he gets washed in the game [Chorus] Get your money and get out the game (get money!

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