I gets money,aint it's funny how we made it!
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket
Haters hate cause they aint made it, i just laugh an celebrate off it
Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
Shit aint always easy, so just adapt and improvise
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
When they showed up at your door at christmas
And they aint even religious
I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor
Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter
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