Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
And mine somewhere bout mars
Hoes love me because of my cars
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen
You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Bonding over our love for drugs
Amen, they say you only live once
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