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TQ lyrics - They Never Saw Me Comin'

Don Breezio (Interlude)

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[Don:] Whassup playboy [TQ:] whassup Don Breezio [Don:] just chillin man, you out there crackin it alright [TQ:] tryin to do my thing ya know [Don:] thats right, y'know what i'm saying, make sure you watch your back man (yeah yeah) be out there making that money, know what i'm sayin want you to keep on getting bread on your table, y'know (yeah yeah) You know what I'am saying there's a gang of little breezies out there trying to like, you know what I'm saying, sly up underneath you, You know I'm saying, you gotta make sure, you know I'm saying, you readin 'em and checkin 'em before they get through the front door. you know what I'am saying. [TQ:] Sure [Don:] As long as you making that money. Make that money play boy [TQ:] Yeah

Doing It Right

JACK & JACK
Yeah, I'm doin' it right [x2] Okay, your momma's talking' to ya sayin' clean up the basement While the money's talkin' to me, that's personification Paper in my hand til the day that I'm finished And yeah, a hater's just a fan that is scared to admit it But I get it A preconceived notion that you can't like us cause your friends don't You generic like a number 2 pencil Eventually you would be blowin' on the whistle That YMCA leaves every Sunday with your kin folk I'm comin' around the mountain I'm just findin' my way And all I really wanna do in life is make someone's day And get paid from time to time With that I'm tryin' to say, is that I can't see why you hatin' when I'm just doin' my thing [Chorus:] I don't give a damn about what you say Whatever comes out your mouth, those are meaningless words that I don't worry about (shut em out) I don't give a damn about what you say I'm just livin' my life You hatin' on the internet while I'm catchin' my flight. I'm doin' it right Doin' it right [x6] Yeah I'm doin' it right [x2] Alright, yeah, we been singin' and rappin' since back in pre-school Just tryna make the money at the rate the thieves do Millions of eyes on me, feelin' like I'm see-through I see through your bullshit Trust me, I don't need you (no I don't) No braggin', no boasting, no I don't pretend Always stay grounded like a bad kid on the weekend You hate me? Oh well Top floor suite, hotel You down and out sittin on your couch while I'm happy as Pharrell That's for real (that's for real) No a damn I don't give one We gon' get this money while we're still young, yeah While we're still young No a damn I don't give one We gon' get this money while we're still young While we're still young, yeah [Chorus]

The Bmx Song

Bouncing Souls
If i had money i'd buy a new BMX it's a long walk through the city in the rain it's along walk from train to train. If i had money i'd buy a new BMX (but I don't know how I'm gonna eat next... oh I heard that, man) We'll build a jump and do some tricks (YEAH!) and maybe we'll impress some chicks (ALRIGHT! I'm with that) then we'll put on some really cool, dark shades and, (uh huh?) we'll run over all the dorks with rollerblades... (YEAH! ah yeah) If i had money i'd buy a new BMX crossups, tabletops, endos, curb endos, timmy judge! yeah, all right... get rad! if i had money i'd buy a new BMX

Money Ain't A Thang

JAY-Z "Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri) Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z] [Jermaine Dupri] In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy Where you at haters [Repeat 1] [Jermaine Dupri] My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing [Repeat 1] [Jay-Z] Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice [Jermaine Dupri] Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy [Repeat Chorus] So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock Rock on

Bout My Business

JA RULE "R.U.L.E."
[Caddillac Tah] Yeah.. Yeah, yeah, yo I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome [Black Child] Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them I aim the stainless, let the games begin Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange New Armani leather in the Range When you see my gang, tuck in your chain We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! [Chorus: INC] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) [B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) [B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) [B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) [B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say [Black Child] It's back to business, stackin riches If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds Black Continental, mac outta the window Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye [Caddillac Tah] Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out And the flyest crews goin the fastest Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major Maybach and all that, same behaviour Money over bitches, bitches over strangers Guns befo' bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..

Get This Money

JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
[J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! [both laughing] [R] Yeah [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon [Jay-Z] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga (woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..) You better call the muh'fuckin cops This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Keys to the Bentley, off to the club Switchin lanes like what the.. Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her) She, say, she, slick I'm, like, baby, please She, say she's got a man but what's that got to do with me (f'real) Some chicks like low-key Wrists of, zero degrees I'm, toxic off the Belve' Two strippers, in my hotel suite Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah For you haters, keepin up trauma Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) [Chorus: R. Kelly] You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!) Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go) After that, menage-a-trois And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON) Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha) Busters wanna hoop with me Wanna run our ways, doin R&B I'll, creep creep, blink blink Cross your ass over, take it from me Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah Golddiggers, this you gets none of Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) [Chorus] [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)] Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz White tank top, cran-apple trim Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems Dice hands 'side both of them Two rolls and I leave with a stack Off to the club, G's in in the back V.I.P. nigga beez like that When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) I spit this for my riders Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney) Young H-O-V-A And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang You young boyz ain't ready You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel' Yeah it's money, recognize the smell And we up out this bitch, yell [Chorus] [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)] Gettin that money my nigga Ha ha, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money) Gettin this money my nigga Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney) It's way too late now.. .. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) [Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs] [J] Gettin that money my nigga

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