Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Through drugs and friends, i was in misery
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Then i blow, i’ma close out the par
But now i know why drugs and alcohol
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