You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass
All bout the game, nothin bout the cash
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Cash is overflowing
Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping
I can barely wipe my ass
40 on my face, getting cash
Cash money, financial
She all that i can handle
I be murdering bars
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
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