He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
You gotta know the motto get money then bitches
Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss
Hold it..now thank you for silence
Without the sound of guns
But i dont carry guns
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
Might be leaving with me before the night is through
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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