My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame
These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Long as she come to me first
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Is a space that now you hold
Spiritual, fool's gold
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Got diamonds on diamonds,
The game of love
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