Once as a slave who imagined being free
Young money like drake and nicki
Tell these thots to go blow the frank
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs
Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats
Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands
Respect still there but ya boy's right here
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
And cash money supermarket like seth,
I just play my part make moves like chess
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