I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,
See, i like the person that you are
Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge
From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch
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