Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
And we gettin' money, over here,
East coast, still them w's just raised up for real
My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
I got me funny money, cartoons and shit
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
With plenty of money and women
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
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