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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 So Harlem Jim Jones [Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (fuck the feds) The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't approach us Bright Lights, Big City Jim Jones (ha) thats what he like to say Fuck It....Its My Life Nigga [Verse 1: Jim Jones] This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!) Don't Forget About Me Jim Jones [Chorus 2X: Max B & Jim] BYRD GANG WE GET MONEY.... WE WON'T STOP, WE DESTINED TO BLOW I'MA TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND BITCHES WHEREVER I GOOOO SO DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, DON'T FORGET ABOUT MEEEE.... Reppin' Time Jim Jones Get money, rep yours, what you know about that? Everyday we hustle, you hear me, YOU HEAR ME? I got money on my mind man, we the talk of New York you niggaz want action, I got a movie for ya! Pin The Tail Jim Jones [Max B] Byrd Gang club banger Tryna holla at ya shorty One focus, one focus only I'm tryna hit that thang! JIM JONES Bob Dylan JIM JONES Come and listen for a moment, lads, And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail. Lifestyle Jim Jones oh my, stay focused Ya boy gettin' paper, I buy big cars I need fly rides just to drive in my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones Honky-Tonk Dancing Machine Tracy Byrd real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and Wrangler jeans She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of Jim Frienemies Jim Jones love most Frienemies You know who you kiss You know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept secret You had plans to make it Frienemies I smell danger Over the money Weather Man Jim Jones This is 9 tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drout all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend. Dipset X-mas Time Jim Jones Livin Fast And Ballin At Christmas Time [Jones:] Its Fin To Be A Good Christmas This Year Santa Know When You're Good Or Bad, And We Ballin [Chrous:] The Musics Tight The Block Is Stuffed We Here My Life Jim Jones crack game Watch out for them rap police The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass Money Let It Out Jim Jones see see they actin like us, comin up dormetive forcin us to go outside and take a hellav risk to make some money, so to the media we look like savages,but for us its a way of life,you see it started with Love Me No More Jim Jones that from me (You niggas is slippin') 'Cuz I'm packin' heavy metal uhhuh I hear the streets talking funny (shit) So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny) I'ma keep talking money We Fly High Jim Jones Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focused Ya boy gettin paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign) I need fly rides to drive in my garage (Choose 1) Stay sky high (Twisted), Fly wit the stars (Twinkle ,Twinkle Love Of My Life Jim Jones Murcielago in the lane She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't Get It Poppin Jim Jones Sumthin like a rubber nut Sumthin like a hustler Got it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts Pop Champagne (Feat. Juelz Santana) Jim Jones shawty we can be friends Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Verse 2: Jim Byrd ego wrappin' Emotionless Jim Jones man Bitches love it, niggas want it So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge You better stay out the forest, warning It's Santana he fucks Money JONES VS. JONES Kool & The Gang JONES VS. Sects Anthrax Acting like Mo Jo's Acting like body bagger's Let the bells ring Rejoice and sing Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, was it for fun Jim Jones, that's your name Jim Jones, style of death This Ball (feat. Jim Jones & Schife) DJ Khaled Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) Wake up with my dogs (Go!) Took over the block (Lets Go!) And then we Ball! x7 (Thats all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!) Intro Jim Jones The King Jim Jones Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight Incomprehensible, do it, Ma (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed Just kissed the nob And American Gangster Jim Jones Voicemail Skit Jim Jones Don't Push Me Away Jim Jones Pour Wax Jim Jones [Jim Jones] You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to