Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny
I got me funny money, cartoons and shit
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
You ain't know nothing about me and my money
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
And we gettin' money, over here,
Be yourself, just show me you're real
"money and blood don't mix
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
And my weed man should just sell flutes
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