Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me
Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Donate to poor like you neva did
Believe me, money ain't shit it don't matter
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
Donate a kitty and tell the feds to come get me!
Bought a brand new car for my after party
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry
So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"
It's been a hell of a journey for me man
So give me all your money and don't try nothing funny
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
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