Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags
And they're robbing our money for tax
So nevermind the money. and nevermind the fame.
Get the heat ready then i give them that flame
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers
With plenty of money and women
My talent should take me places i've never been
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