I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion
All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
It has been 2 years now, and you're still lying about the money
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
It. those who support me are all lucky cuz that's pure money.
Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed
My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised
That's why i talk about money and what i got, and you ain't even know it,
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,
Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith
Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out
Let me get started and tell you what it is all about
The day before is better than the present
Back at it again all this money that i spend
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