A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Now in my hand...i have my own earned money
And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat
I keep my money neat neat
Got a nigga seein things
Money in my pockets
Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/ its funny/
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
I got money mind and money on my wrist
I decided my pride is just why i resist
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
People taking my money because
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money
I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit
I treat my money like its sacred
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