Bitch got all them booty shots
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
Girl stop being fallacious, this mercedes is spacious
Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,
You ain't got one or the other well brother good night
And then along came the wrong man for her
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
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