That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,
Fuck the money and public opinion
Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
Fuck the lame paper, same haters chase me, track us down,
Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass
She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash
Big homie hov said i am close
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
Give a fuck you bitches.
As often, i do this
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