All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
We should fuck each others mothers
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs
What a feeling of overcoming the odds
Heard the sound of several gun shots
I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
So drop the slam and let's get sick
You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick
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