Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
Blow up on this society
Getting to the money
She all that i can handle
Cash money, financial
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Gone head an make that money
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
What them tippers don't see
Going off on this track blowing up like floyd
Know i had to do a jay dilla joint
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
Music is money, money isn't music
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