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翻訳: ジュエル. 言葉が邪魔になる.
I'll try to find the words to say That i want you always to stay To wake up with you every single day But words get in the way Words get in the way Tell
time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked, I sipper Everybody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way
shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone Damn, how'd I get into
way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothin' to lose much to gain In my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight
in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas out there Fuck all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night
jewels on, lot of these niggers be pussies, plus they move wrong that's why they be the dudes that get moved on, big pictures over when they turn the news on word
be damned if you overthrow Virginia's Caesar Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch Spend a way,
will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
up! Your wallets and jewels we'll pick up, pick up! Unload the cash, move your ass, We gettin money, tell them Shy Ronnie! Ronnie: (Mumbles) Rihanna: Please, please use your words
up Your wallets and jewels we'll pick up, pick up Unload the cash (cash), move your ass (ass) We getting money, tell 'em Shy Ronnie (Ronnie murmers) Please, please use your words
said and done I got plans for you, he said "Oh baby gotta get you home with me Gotta get you home with me tonight Oh baby, oh gotta get you home with
I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital they gonna get shot
that mug 'Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin' his ribs Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz Information pack the led up in shit The better you get, the better we get
say If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is one-way Put that work in when you young, you get power The money don't match the running it get sour
They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and jewels
