Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed
What do i really need
I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
Moms really getting mad when i call you that
Smoking weed and listening to rap
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
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