Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck
Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug
Mo' money, mo' problems
Good kids make bad grown ups
That i'm better than any kinda drug
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
Women troubles family problems
Let's have a toast for this new love
Hang your problems on a hanger
When you talkin illest rapper
Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck
Randy don't always talk about money and drug
I love you though i'll still fuck
Her love is like a drug
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Lets just say i had problems
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