1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass
Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,
I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i
I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have
Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch
Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge
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