It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
I got me funny money, cartoons and shit
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea
Like a fire hose motherfucker best pray and get the out way
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Regular girl, celebrity dreams
Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Women front, they get its cold
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse
Hose down these hoes as she works the pole...
Purify that woman soul
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