Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks
I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs
Laughs at you and talks about
You could never find out
I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last
You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash
Cause i ‘ma smack your trash
And when it come to the cash
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
Laughs at you and talks about
My father never talks to me
I'm on i-80 though with my baby
Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this
It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,
She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes
I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize
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