Money is the root of all evil
If they startcuz it's all about survival
Quietly becoming a top tier
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
U took all my money and ran away...
I make forty-some dollars a day
Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Know what i do: manufacturing crack
Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,
Young money, d-town's all star
She is far bizarre
With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
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