Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
And they're robbing our money for tax
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class
Being fly was priority to the lowest
I got money mind and money on my wrist
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams
And cash money supermarket like seth,
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
I go to war, old timbs, battered boots
All the women of color i'm in love with your skin
For the money and power they've been concealin'
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