Sweet, okay makes sense
It’s the hard knock life (x2)
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,
Wash the blood of your fucking hands
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.
I'm on deck i'm up next
Im proof of them man. (x2)
The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love
Cause i can wash u out like im doin tha dishes,
Ask her address she holla saks fifth
Got her wet like kobe, swish
Shenti crawls out of bed to wash and shave
Go get the money out the safe
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