We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that
The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"
She dont have a problem with, with
Get money then bitches
I'm so dope, bitches with a rope, i clean like soap, but i just ain't old enough to vote
So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy
This 15 yr old fag has a son, are you kitten me?
These wack bitches getting old
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches
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