I still got my nike boots
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Fuck the money and public opinion
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Take my bus and bust down money
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
I don't sprint just boost when i feel
And we gettin' money, over here,
So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist
I got money mind and money on my wrist
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