Money

I had the idea of going to the mall

Where gettin' expensive shit made you stand very tall

Spendin' money wasn't Mom's top priority on the list

But my wish came true my ride to the mall was bliss

Texting my girl, as I ride to the store

Thinkin' 'bout what I'm gon' get her we leave at fo'

Closer and closer to the mall, here we go

Closer and closer to the mall, and I'm thinkin' of all the shiny shit

I equip myself wit a fashion sense that can make me hit

My mama gives me 100 dollars looks me right in the eyes, she stares

Gives me another 100 and says, "If you dare

If you dare spend the whole 200 dollars in one visit

I'll beat your mothafuckin' ass spendin' all that's illicit

So then I walk away lookin' at all the different stores

Walkin' in and out of doors, I don't have to do chores

'Cause we at the mall all day, gettin' somethin' for my bae

Flyin' away to a new place in my mind today

I'm spendin' all of these dollas

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Skippin' through the mall thinkin' I'm so rich

I'ma get somethin' special and expensive for my bitch

She gon' love me 'till the end of time until I finish spittin' these rhymes

But what I'm doin', I don't realize it's a victimless crime

Walkin' to the shoe store, 'bout to get me some fresh-ass kicks

My bricks in my pocket, people is watchin', I'm walking so quick

Bought me a pair of fresh Nikes they were hundred-twenty

I didn't give a fuck cause I had some more money

I'm stayin' fresh pants and shirt on sale along with some socks

Tough as an ox I've got twenty dollars left to rock

Get my bae a twenty-dollar watch covered in fake gold

But she wouldn't notice the expensive watch was money cold

Spent all my money on shit I reach in pockets

Got my new shirt, pants, shoes, socks for my closet

No more money left, now I'm scared as hell

Now my phone finna get shelved

I'm spendin' all of these dollas

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Walkin' through the mall with my head down

Thinkin' why'd I spend this much, oh yeah, because I'm brown

Carryin' three bags each wit somethin' expensive in it

I see my momma, I'm in trouble, I didn't win it

She says, "Give me the change from the 200 dollars I gave you"

"Give back the 200 dollars I reluctantly paid you"

I'm hesitatin' reachin' in my pockets, man, I'm not elated

My mind's kinda faded, my experience jaded

Momma looks at me says, "Boy where is my money,

You don't have it do you, what? You sad? Don't look at me funny"

That was a test you've failed, I'll beat you when we get home

And you're on punishment, son, you should give me your phone."

Get back to school, my girl says "Why didn't you text me?

I was tellin' you that I though you were so sexy

So just for that I got me new hot boyfriend"

I cried the weekend after that cause that girl was sent by God's hand

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