And we gettin' money, over here,
Yellow diamonds in my ear
And even your friends at school.
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
I get up every day and go to school
Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool
See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess
And cash money supermarket like seth,
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
But i gotta make sure i’m right
We hang at school and chat every night
Went to school and sat in the back
Yeah, the sex in the sack
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
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