"money and blood don't mix
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
You aint strapped like saggy boobs
A far reach from them rap dudes
And my weed man should just sell flutes
And when theres booze their is boobs
Quietly becoming a top tier
And we gettin' money, over here,
That means i wanna be the highest
I got money mind and money on my wrist
Get money like trump and rappas alike
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Hustle for money and making livings
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