My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents
And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,
Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth
To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold
And i drop top off in a hot cold
It's moe, all i need is more chips
"money and blood don't mix
See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess
And cash money supermarket like seth,
I got money mind and money on my wrist
Being fly was priority to the lowest
I say that the pool is closed
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,
Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones
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