She ain't got a man
Can't tell mom the same thang
Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man
Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"
From the back seat, back seat
Competitors get worried
Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys
College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,
For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern
T-caines sucks, ouu burn, im a out going underdog, the luckiest vern
So worried about what the future is bringing, is it gonna be good or will it be thinning?
Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing
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