This is a song about "Just money and hoes"

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

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