But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
Believe me i'mma be your god
Damn i forgot how much money he got
Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Funny how some money make a bitch switch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
And that´s how it has begun
Because he made his decision
How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?
And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew
And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
"how money running this world?!"
We left em a world that's cursed
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