The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Last of a dying breed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this
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