You really wanna know who Superman is?Watch this, pow!I like himI think he's pretty coolHe's my idol[Verse 1]I can't have no sympathy for fuck niggasAll this shit I've seen done made my blood thickerSpill promethazine inside a double cupDouble up my cream, now that's a Double Stuff, yeahPlease don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no commasKeep the peace like Dalai Lama, big body HummersBackin' out the parkin' spot and though the law be on himHe exempt, Shawn Kemp, he keep that .40 on himGo![Chorus 2x]/ / /Motivate (motivate), motivate (motivate)Motivate (motivate), motivate (mo-)Motivate (motivate), motivate (motivate)Motivate (motivate), moti-get money[Refrain]Too many times I swallowed my prideGet moneyI'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' insideMy demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide[Próxima Parte][Refrão]I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' aliveI'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' aliveI'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive[Próxima Parte]/ / /I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' aliveI'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' aliveI'm[Verse 2]Woah, suddenly, I feel like takin' a PJGet moneyFly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin' cevicheWith like half of a mili' inside of my briefcaseA couple of freaks playAnd they don't speak InglesBut the money is somethin' that they could comprendeAnd I got bread like I'm Green DayGet moneyI come around and their heads turnUsed to like bitches with hair permedENow I like it "natural, actual, factual"Naps and shit, bougie, still do ratchet shitNot afraid to pass the clipBefore I make the ratchet spit, blaow![Chorus 2x]/ / /Motivate (motivate), motivate (motivate)Get moneyMotivate (motivate), motivate (mo-)[Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]I'm[Outro]/ / /Get moneyGet money
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You really wanna know who Superman is?
Watch this, pow!
I like him
I think he's pretty cool
He's my idol
[Verse 1]
I can't have no sympathy for fuck niggas
All this shit I've seen done made my blood thicker
Spill promethazine inside a double cup
Double up my cream, now that's a Double Stuff, yeah
Please don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no commas
Keep the peace like Dalai Lama, big body Hummers
Backin' out the parkin' spot and though the law be on him
He exempt, Shawn Kemp, he keep that .40 on him
Go!
[Verse 2]
Woah, suddenly, I feel like takin' a PJ
Get money
Fly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin' ceviche
With like half of a mili' inside of my briefcase
A couple of freaks play
And they don't speak Ingles
But the money is somethin' that they could comprende
And I got bread like I'm Green Day
Get money
I come around and their heads turn
Used to like bitches with hair permed
E
Now I like it "natural, actual, factual"
Naps and shit, bougie, still do ratchet shit
Not afraid to pass the clip
Before I make the ratchet spit, blaow!
