Money rules this city,nobody got pity
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
That hoover figg get the money shit
The real muscle in the message of that
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
I gotta get it in, get that money and then,
Now i don’t know if you was trying to check
Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get
I'm ridin on this money train to heaven
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
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