That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
Never getting more money than a cashier's check
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
But five years from now i bet she see
In other words i'm getting money
I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start
Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
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