Thought that getting money was the only payment
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
So should i call him a try hard for his style and clothes
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,
Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper
You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote
I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat
Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
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