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Solomon Childs - Dinero lyrics
[Intro: Solomon Childs]
 Yeah, uh-huh, for real, yeah, yeah, Dinero
 [Solomon Childs]
 Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes
 Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah
 Never leave home without the hydro jar
 Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards
 Aight then, fishnets, lace skin
 They in here, from Shaolin indictments
 Bout it, bout it, to live large
 Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God
 Millennium rides, see we are this fly
 Then a V-Tech, 4-4, payed tour, baritone
 Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore
 Lyrical bullets on related calling
 Blazers who ain't never been to Portland
 Code of the streets, kill or be killed
 Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb
 Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb
 Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts
 Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I've been
 Mi mama sta Dominican, ya'll need to roll with me
 Get with me, show me a sign
 I'm bout to blow the cigar, for humble
 What you ain't know, how it's gangstaSolomon Childs - Dinero - http://motolyrics.com/solomon-childs/dinero-lyrics.html
 Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks
 You'se a bitch, you assed out, enough money to re-route
 And the red bone chicks, smell like L'Oreal
 Come and I'll find a way, by Blu Cantrell
 This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac
*beat switches*
 [Interlude: Solomon Childs]
 Yeah... uh-huh.. yeah.. come on, punish 'em lord
 [Solomon Childs]
 Just got here, the bitches already saying the God, plus
 Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York
 Lay in the garage, you see the God
 Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal
 My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle
 I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra
 Two thousand and two, kid rookie
 Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school
 Picture you motherfuckers on my level, you pussy
 Type of nigga, who dancing in the date rooms
 Singing on the gates, from here now
 Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars
 Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money
 Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny...









