Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags
And they're robbing our money for tax
And big money like hulk
But nah, he is quite different
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
With plenty of money and women
And still got my nike boots
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
Fuck the money and public opinion
So the ones eye has freak don't run
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
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