Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Just before they seen my money in the green
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
Everything i wanted never seem so close
No money, power, or drugs,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Money and power come to us through direct sales,
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Money and power is what i wanna gain
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
They call me better now. see when everything is stopped
Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want
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