Cash money, financial
That’s only if they handle
These chalance give me balance
Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
I dropped another classic
Remember my guns like a mic,
With no guns and no shields
Steal your love with ease
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Never was a thug just infatuated with guns
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
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