If you ain't about money
4 79, boy better pay me
How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
I was born bad.they always told me to go rehab.i am a bad boy.
Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy
Two of her friends strip she never judge them though
I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Okay son be a good boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
All the kids say i’m a bad boy
So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought
The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
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