With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,
Getting to the money
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
And i can't even look the other way
Im getting stacks of money everyday.
It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
We getting money, you can face the facts
But it made me the man i am today, thanks
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard
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