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Dells Way Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Showtime
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Wesley Wren




Showtime - Dells Way Freestyle Lyrics
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Extra, extra, read all about it
The motivation I was looking for, I found it
I'll die before my kids have to see public housing
Just spoke to my accountant, too much cash to count it
We used to catch the 364 to the mall
Cingular phone with no minutes
Who was I fina call but dog
I was the golden child, I had the coldest style
And for the crown, I was selfish like a only child
I got the ring and chain matching with the rollie now
But don't tell the IRS, hold it down
Yeah, I know it sounds backwards, but Wesley pays taxes
So just calm down and relax, bitch, I got this
They worry about me like something wrong
Cause I'm half a mil up and still working at the nursing home
Cause I want your money, they money
I want love money, hate money, bank money, safe money
Beyonce, Jay money, gay money, straight money
On time, I don't want no late money
You niggas counterfeit fake money, shit
I know a couple niggas still owe me 2008 money
And now that I got my bands up
I'm back again to finish what I was saying cause
I was following the plan cuz
But I was gone so long that I forgot what the plan was
You said you better than who, nigga
Man, what
My fan club got more members than Sam's Club
And that's my status the fans love
So really y'all should thank me for lending a helping hand cause
I heard your album and freestyles like every word
Your best shit was the worst shit that I ever heard
So scared of who? What make you think you can f*ck with me
I get more nervous trying to find my children than Chuck E. Cheese
Harveyworld, Illinois, wasn't living in luxury
But somehow we made it out. I guess my karma's in love with me
Yeah, and I guess your karma's so ugly
I'm with your baby mom sipping bubbly in a double tree
I run this shit like Todd Gurley or something
You either real f*cking late or I'm early or something
Boy, you funny. What you think you Derrick Hurley or something
The Mack on me black feeling like Bernie or something
Sho
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Extra, extra, read all about it
The motivation I was looking for, I found it
I'll die before my kids have to see public housing
Just spoke to my accountant, too much cash to count it
We used to catch the 364 to the mall
Cingular phone with no minutes
Who was I fina call but dog
I was the golden child, I had the coldest style
And for the crown, I was selfish like a only child
I got the ring and chain matching with the rollie now
But don't tell the IRS, hold it down
Yeah, I know it sounds backwards, but Wesley pays taxes
So just calm down and relax, bitch, I got this
They worry about me like something wrong
Cause I'm half a mil up and still working at the nursing home
Cause I want your money, they money
I want love money, hate money, bank money, safe money
Beyonce, Jay money, gay money, straight money
On time, I don't want no late money
You niggas counterfeit fake money, shit
I know a couple niggas still owe me 2008 money
And now that I got my bands up
I'm back again to finish what I was saying cause
I was following the plan cuz
But I was gone so long that I forgot what the plan was
You said you better than who, nigga
Man, what
My fan club got more members than Sam's Club
And that's my status the fans love
So really y'all should thank me for lending a helping hand cause
I heard your album and freestyles like every word
Your best shit was the worst shit that I ever heard
So scared of who? What make you think you can f*ck with me
I get more nervous trying to find my children than Chuck E. Cheese
Harveyworld, Illinois, wasn't living in luxury
But somehow we made it out. I guess my karma's in love with me
Yeah, and I guess your karma's so ugly
I'm with your baby mom sipping bubbly in a double tree
I run this shit like Todd Gurley or something
You either real f*cking late or I'm early or something
Boy, you funny. What you think you Derrick Hurley or something
The Mack on me black feeling like Bernie or something
Sho
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Writer: Wesley Wren
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