Money, Bitch
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Pour champagne on your bitch she call me papi
If you broker than me I can't hear the shit you talking
Who the f*ck are you I'm the flyest foo walking
Paralyzed this beat and named it Stephen Hawking
Yeah I'm back around ain't backing down
Know C MONEY pack a noun
Making money on my phone its legal f*ck a cap and gown
Sound so nasty I'll be rappin' till I hit the ground
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up yeah
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
I got lots to loose and a lot to gain
Felt a lot of pain got some stains on my brain when I went insane
Still I never changed my aim
And when I'm off probation I ain't never getting caught again
Sick my pit on you bitch yea he drop hoes
Pussy don't forget I'm the shit you are not known
You ain't doing shit for the city you a pothole
I'm a pot head tryna' get this bread eating f*cking tacos
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Bitch I am who I are I can't change who I am
I was born a star, I won't eat out your hands
I won't stop for nobody, I'm completin' my plans
She gone touch me till completion inside of the Lamb
Aye suckas tryna' tell me that my dream is crazy
Imma make this f*cken paper for my wife and my babies
Hope you like sour shit I got the sig for you haters
Barley got any patients, I don't got any payments
F*ck a range Rolls Royce with my gang
I was born with no shame
When I'm gone candy paint on my casket
Bitch I know what I'm saying and I'm going with the greats
And I'm smokin' on a grape swisher uh
Twist it up, give no f*cks, bitch I'm up, bitch you suck
It ain't luck yeah wassup what's in that cup
It's syrup pour it up hold it up get f*cked up
Stephen Hawking now I'm stuck now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck
When I wake up smoke a joint I'm thankin' god for everything aye aye
Thanking god for everything thanking god for everything
Money, Bitch
c money - Stephen Hawking Lyrics
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Money, Bitch
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Pour champagne on your bitch she call me papi
If you broker than me I can't hear the shit you talking
Who the f*ck are you I'm the flyest foo walking
Paralyzed this beat and named it Stephen Hawking
Yeah I'm back around ain't backing down
Know C MONEY pack a noun
Making money on my phone its legal f*ck a cap and gown
Sound so nasty I'll be rappin' till I hit the ground
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up yeah
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
I got lots to loose and a lot to gain
Felt a lot of pain got some stains on my brain when I went insane
Still I never changed my aim
And when I'm off probation I ain't never getting caught again
Sick my pit on you bitch yea he drop hoes
Pussy don't forget I'm the shit you are not known
You ain't doing shit for the city you a pothole
I'm a pot head tryna' get this bread eating f*cking tacos
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Bitch I am who I are I can't change who I am
I was born a star, I won't eat out your hands
I won't stop for nobody, I'm completin' my plans
She gone touch me till completion inside of the Lamb
Aye suckas tryna' tell me that my dream is crazy
Imma make this f*cken paper for my wife and my babies
Hope you like sour shit I got the sig for you haters
Barley got any patients, I don't got any payments
F*ck a range Rolls Royce with my gang
I was born with no shame
When I'm gone candy paint on my casket
Bitch I know what I'm saying and I'm going with the greats
And I'm smokin' on a grape swisher uh
Twist it up, give no f*cks, bitch I'm up, bitch you suck
It ain't luck yeah wassup what's in that cup
It's syrup pour it up hold it up get f*cked up
Stephen Hawking now I'm stuck now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck
When I wake up smoke a joint I'm thankin' god for everything aye aye
Thanking god for everything thanking god for everything
Money, Bitch
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Pour champagne on your bitch she call me papi
If you broker than me I can't hear the shit you talking
Who the f*ck are you I'm the flyest foo walking
Paralyzed this beat and named it Stephen Hawking
Yeah I'm back around ain't backing down
Know C MONEY pack a noun
Making money on my phone its legal f*ck a cap and gown
Sound so nasty I'll be rappin' till I hit the ground
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
Till I freeze up, till I freeze up yeah
You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh
I got lots to loose and a lot to gain
Felt a lot of pain got some stains on my brain when I went insane
Still I never changed my aim
And when I'm off probation I ain't never getting caught again
Sick my pit on you bitch yea he drop hoes
Pussy don't forget I'm the shit you are not known
You ain't doing shit for the city you a pothole
I'm a pot head tryna' get this bread eating f*cking tacos
When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee
Name a motherf*cker in here that could ever stop me
Know some hatin' motherf*ckers mad 'cause they not me
Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky
Bitch I am who I are I can't change who I am
I was born a star, I won't eat out your hands
I won't stop for nobody, I'm completin' my plans
She gone touch me till completion inside of the Lamb
Aye suckas tryna' tell me that my dream is crazy
Imma make this f*cken paper for my wife and my babies
Hope you like sour shit I got the sig for you haters
Barley got any patients, I don't got any payments
F*ck a range Rolls Royce with my gang
I was born with no shame
When I'm gone candy paint on my casket
Bitch I know what I'm saying and I'm going with the greats
And I'm smokin' on a grape swisher uh
Twist it up, give no f*cks, bitch I'm up, bitch you suck
It ain't luck yeah wassup what's in that cup
It's syrup pour it up hold it up get f*cked up
Stephen Hawking now I'm stuck now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck
When I wake up smoke a joint I'm thankin' god for everything aye aye
Thanking god for everything thanking god for everything
Money, Bitch
Writer: Carlitos Reyes
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