They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
I was making birdies while you made pars
Making her money she drive a mercedes
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
While 0,5% have no money to defend
Why would i worry? i am forever blessed
And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies
Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys
Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
Throwing money up and making it rain/
Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
The way we making money on some stupid shit
While we going through the school
Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool
You know what i'm saying
While im in the making
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