A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
You don;t thin anymore
Baby, let me give you a call
It's obvious i'm crazy
Try to call me (try to call me)
Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly
But five years from now i bet she see
This where the haters is, this why they hate us here
Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
Try to call me (try to call me)
And losin all his money
See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
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