I got money mind and money on my wrist
So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
I go to war, old timbs, battered boots
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Is a space that now you hold
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut
Enticed on money and vices alike,
And i like my marijuana bright
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
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