Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
You ain't know nothing about me and my money
And we gettin' money, over here,
Be yourself, just show me you're real
Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that
I got me funny money, cartoons and shit
Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right
Get money like trump and rappas alike
And they're robbing our money for tax
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
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