| Song | Fill My Cup (To Tha Rim) |
| Artist | Allfrumtha i |
| Album | Allfrumtha i |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cousin, Garner, Moore | |
| Mack mutha****** 10 | |
| Back up in ya witta'nother mutha****** gangsta hit | |
| But this time 1-0 | |
| Productions givin the mutha****** punch | |
| Wit my *******s, my new *******s: | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I Run it, | |
| Squeak (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru) | |
| It's like 24/7, 365 | |
| How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind | |
| Gots to get this rap *******t tight | |
| That's why | |
| I write and ******* [up everything ?] on the mic | |
| I wanna filthy rich and when | |
| I pitch Game at a *******, she couldn't rock my ******* | |
| Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce | |
| ****** by the pound, ******* a ounce | |
| I'm ma*******n petrol thru the ghetto | |
| ******* the metro, ******* got the bankroll and wouldn't buy | |
| Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, | |
| I want it lavish | |
| Goddamn, if it's there | |
| I gots to grab it | |
| So God, please, can you make me famous | |
| I wanna stack a big head from earth to | |
| Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind | |
| It's time, | |
| I can't keep the paper off my mind | |
| Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim | |
| Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper | |
| I'm tryna stay down because | |
| I'm Inglewood swangin | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I til I die, we hoo-bangin (Verse 2 -Binky Mack) | |
| Now tell me who can fade us | |
| Breakin off from | |
| Inglewwod to | |
| Vegas Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap | |
| Game, really don't matter what the hustle | |
| So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle | |
| Tap on the do' to see if ya home | |
| Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window | |
| Gots to fill my cup by any means | |
| Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary | |
| Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means | |
| Me and my ******* on some hustlin schemes | |
| Got *******s hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin | |
| And it won't be no stoppin, | |
| I'm droppin | |
| Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash | |
| Cuz when it comes to a broke ******* | |
| *******, I pass and when women wanna wine and dine | |
| Mack 10's bought the | |
| Benz off the [lac] | |
| I'll be tellin ******* it's mine | |
| Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) | |
| A ******* wanna stack him a million | |
| Have a house away from the average civilian [Fo' do ???], [???] entourage 20 mutha*******s when we mob | |
| Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the *******t | |
| Put the hood down, now my *******s got grip | |
| Havin money is a scheme, | |
| American Dream | |
| A ******* from the ghetto livin like a king | |
| And at night my appetite is right | |
| I like the big | |
| MD *******ne in the light--twisted | |
| A hundred [???] make a ******* pow | |
| I wish the homies in the pen could see me now | |
| Westside!!! | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Cousin, Garner, Moore | |
| Mack mutha 10 | |
| Back up in ya witta' nother mutha gangsta hit | |
| But this time 10 | |
| Productions givin the mutha punch | |
| Wit my s, my new s: | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I Run it, | |
| Squeak Verse 1 Squeak Ru | |
| It' s like 24 7, 365 | |
| How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind | |
| Gots to get this rap t tight | |
| That' s why | |
| I write and up everything ? on the mic | |
| I wanna filthy rich and when | |
| I pitch Game at a , she couldn' t rock my | |
| Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce | |
| by the pound, a ounce | |
| I' m ma n petrol thru the ghetto | |
| the metro, got the bankroll and wouldn' t buy | |
| Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, | |
| I want it lavish | |
| Goddamn, if it' s there | |
| I gots to grab it | |
| So God, please, can you make me famous | |
| I wanna stack a big head from earth to | |
| Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind | |
| It' s time, | |
| I can' t keep the paper off my mind | |
| Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim | |
| Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper | |
| I' m tryna stay down because | |
| I' m Inglewood swangin | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I til I die, we hoobangin Verse 2 Binky Mack | |
| Now tell me who can fade us | |
| Breakin off from | |
| Inglewwod to | |
| Vegas Rub ya ??? around my stack , shakin up the crap | |
| Game, really don' t matter what the hustle | |
| So my shrink ? get ??? again wit a little muscle | |
| Tap on the do' to see if ya home | |
| Better ask ? or me and my dogs is thru the window | |
| Gots to fill my cup by any means | |
| Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary | |
| Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means | |
| Me and my on some hustlin schemes | |
| Got s hoes takin me shoppin, it' s only poppin | |
| And it won' t be no stoppin, | |
| I' m droppin | |
| Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash | |
| Cuz when it comes to a broke | |
| , I pass and when women wanna wine and dine | |
| Mack 10' s bought the | |
| Benz off the lac | |
| I' ll be tellin it' s mine | |
| Chorus Verse 3 Squeak Ru | |
| A wanna stack him a million | |
| Have a house away from the average civilian Fo' do ???, ??? entourage 20 mutha s when we mob | |
| Live in plusses ? by his custom get ? that' s the t | |
| Put the hood down, now my s got grip | |
| Havin money is a scheme, | |
| American Dream | |
| A from the ghetto livin like a king | |
| And at night my appetite is right | |
| I like the big | |
| MD ne in the lighttwisted | |
| A hundred ??? make a pow | |
| I wish the homies in the pen could see me now | |
| Westside!!! | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Cousin, Garner, Moore | |
| Mack mutha 10 | |
| Back up in ya witta' nother mutha gangsta hit | |
| But this time 10 | |
| Productions givin the mutha punch | |
| Wit my s, my new s: | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I Run it, | |
| Squeak Verse 1 Squeak Ru | |
| It' s like 24 7, 365 | |
| How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind | |
| Gots to get this rap t tight | |
| That' s why | |
| I write and up everything ? on the mic | |
| I wanna filthy rich and when | |
| I pitch Game at a , she couldn' t rock my | |
| Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce | |
| by the pound, a ounce | |
| I' m ma n petrol thru the ghetto | |
| the metro, got the bankroll and wouldn' t buy | |
| Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, | |
| I want it lavish | |
| Goddamn, if it' s there | |
| I gots to grab it | |
| So God, please, can you make me famous | |
| I wanna stack a big head from earth to | |
| Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind | |
| It' s time, | |
| I can' t keep the paper off my mind | |
| Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim | |
| Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper | |
| I' m tryna stay down because | |
| I' m Inglewood swangin | |
| AllFrumTha | |
| I til I die, we hoobangin Verse 2 Binky Mack | |
| Now tell me who can fade us | |
| Breakin off from | |
| Inglewwod to | |
| Vegas Rub ya ??? around my stack , shakin up the crap | |
| Game, really don' t matter what the hustle | |
| So my shrink ? get ??? again wit a little muscle | |
| Tap on the do' to see if ya home | |
| Better ask ? or me and my dogs is thru the window | |
| Gots to fill my cup by any means | |
| Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary | |
| Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means | |
| Me and my on some hustlin schemes | |
| Got s hoes takin me shoppin, it' s only poppin | |
| And it won' t be no stoppin, | |
| I' m droppin | |
| Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash | |
| Cuz when it comes to a broke | |
| , I pass and when women wanna wine and dine | |
| Mack 10' s bought the | |
| Benz off the lac | |
| I' ll be tellin it' s mine | |
| Chorus Verse 3 Squeak Ru | |
| A wanna stack him a million | |
| Have a house away from the average civilian Fo' do ???, ??? entourage 20 mutha s when we mob | |
| Live in plusses ? by his custom get ? that' s the t | |
| Put the hood down, now my s got grip | |
| Havin money is a scheme, | |
| American Dream | |
| A from the ghetto livin like a king | |
| And at night my appetite is right | |
| I like the big | |
| MD ne in the lighttwisted | |
| A hundred ??? make a pow | |
| I wish the homies in the pen could see me now | |
| Westside!!! | |
| Chorus |