I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
I be murdering bars
Whiskey cigars and fast cars?
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Best believe i'm leaving with more of those
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
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