With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
In other words i'm getting money
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us
You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness
These wack bitches getting old
The truth shall be told
Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches
Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes
Im getting stacks of money everyday.
I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
Never getting more money than a cashier's check
Your heart was false just like the words you said
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