Range Rover Tony - Light Money Lyrics

Light Money ain't gone hold ya. War games like soldier. Play games on me, nigga shame on me. Cocaine got a ordor, put the mic on three, put the work in the street, like 123.

Break it down like a synonym, another clown dead and gone in the hood. I ain't kin to him. Run the work like Mitch and them, love the hustle, the hoes, the game, ain't no frontin them.
Like the pink house trap, fake diamonds and gold surrounded by many men! Let time tell dat, and a clown nigga mouth always run back. She all white with the sack, take her out, wet her down, roll it round, now she crack. Now buss it out the pack, everything gone come back except a few stacks. Throwing stones cause I got a pocket full of stones, like a muthaf*ckin UGK track. F*ck boy on my line still duckin me, it don't matter, more money on my Jack. Got another to pick up the slack, and my brother been dealing wit rats. And my runners been moving on facts. See my numbers go check out my stats. See my numbers be movin the world. See I always been running that gurl. Keep it one eye like my homie Ferl. Purple Rain and diamonds and pearls.

Light moneyyyy kite moneyyyy, what you doing witcha life moneyyyy. Everybody think in one location , staying still while the world still racing. Face to Face with a nigga who facing time, misplaced cause a nigga still chasing. Getting money is a fast situation. Eat the bitch when pussy be blazing. Uhh, you know ee bad when a thief ain't taking. Made some on the real money Macon. You ain't know me so you must be mistaking. Full court pressure ain't no faking. Like a junkie when still free basing. Getting some cause I got me another run. Umma make dis a muthaf*cking one and done. See her face when she tell that she bout to cum. Ugh, Ugh!