Lyrics Byrd Gang Money - Jim Jones
Just
clean
my
fancy
car
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money.
Just
clean
my
fancy
car
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money.
Reminiscing
on
my
first
slant,
By
the
time
I
was
sipping
on
my
first
Schlitz
Hit
the
game,
I
started
as
a
look
out,
See
the
fly
cars
that
the
big
wheelies
pushed
out,
Dirt
bikes
popping
wheelies
by
the
cookout,
that
was
that
summer,
I
was
thirst
to
be
plumper.
It
pays
better
but
the
risk
was
worst,
Save
the
fly
leather
copping
kicks
with
the
work.
It
didnt
work;
I
was
fucken
up
the
re-up.
Bottles
at
the
tunnel,
that
was
98,
I
called
papa
for
the
bundles,
An
easy
ten
grand,
it
felt
like
a
hundred,
These
Gucci
belts
by
the
stomach,
with
guns
in
them.
Its
only
wealth
that
we
want,
if
we
run
wit
em
Till
the
death,
until
the
feds
come
and
get
em
Byrd
gang
money,
it
started
off
that
Byrd
Kane
Money
New
cars,
in
that
third
lane
money!
Just
clean
my
fancy
car,
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes,
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
real
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money.
Getting
money
is
the
hardest,
Your
first
hundred
grand
is
a
job
Your
first
cool
million,
you're
an
artist.
Especially
if
the
niggas
up
the
block,
sell
garbage
Told
it,
crumbles
all
apart
when
you
hold
it
Wasn't
naturally
born
a
crook,
I
was
molded
Drugs
kept
my
uncles
in
the
green,
so
I
sold
it
Even
learned
to
smell
a
good
grade
through
the
packing
Headed
Midwest
and
got
financial
backing
Started
networking
with
the
wheelies
on
credit
Any
concepts
of
being
robbed
I
was
debited
Anybody
get
it,
don't
come
a
day
later
with
the
eigth
money
Got
to
play
it
out,
cause
I
said
it
Courts
an
acquittal,
coming
in
the
club
with
an
entourage
Me
I'm
the
boss
in
the
middle.
The
brain
and
the
bran
roc-a-house
rope
around
the
neck
A
lot
of
letters
for
the
chain,
and
the
charm.
Come
on
man
Just
clean
my
fancy
car
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money.
At
a
young
age,
no
bricks
just
grams
Nigga
stuck,
then
your
mans
a
flip
The
situation
real,
then
your
mans
a
hit
You
slow
on
the
get-a-way,
the
can
you
get
You
circle
the
block,
you
play
track
and
field
A
lot
of
real
niggas
on
that
track
got
killed
But
you
know
me
forever
manning
up,
Never
sit
down
when
I
pee,
forever
standing
up
I'm
a
boss,
so
I'm
calling
the
shots,
Big
homie,
pioneer
of
the
block
You
wanna
pump,
nigga
Ill
tell
you
when
and
where
at
Don't
face-fight;
I'm
not
the
one
to
stare
at.
Matter
of
fact
dog,
you
and
your
man
sits,
In
the
back
off
cop
car,
dog,
pointing
your
index
I
guess
you
could,
cause
you
a
Sammy
the
Bull
But
somebody
gonna
die
if
a
hammer
get
pulled.
Just
clean
my
fancy
car
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money.
Just
clean
my
fancy
car
Picked
up
my
fancy
clothes
And
we
only
in
the
hot
spot,
No,
we
got
the
bomb,
We
got
the
bomb
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money,
This
is
Byrd
gang
money
Only
niggas
spending
that
Byrd
gang
money
1 Lookin At the Game
2 Up In Harlem
3 I Gotta Have It
4 No Fuss
5 Intro
6 The King
7 Love Me No More
8 Dame Dash Skit, No. 1
9 Stay Ballin
10 Dame Dash Skit, No. 2
11 Come On Come On
12 Dame Dash Skit, No. 3
13 Byrd Gang Money
14 American Gangster
15 Lifestyle
16 Dame Dash Skit, No. 4
17 Rockefeller Laws
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