Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again
But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
Making her money she drive a mercedes
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
From curb surfingwe working the industry
Compared to "them" you're making baby money
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy
Throwing money up and making it rain/
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
Never let the game play youand for the fame
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
I'm the most lean mean money making machine
Down in miami, with a super ho team
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