That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain
In you brain money is the game.. this green got me higher then a plane
Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
Maybe i should pack my bags and go
Not creative, no lexicon; i'm awesome!
When they here today what you say to them
Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome
Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum
Yea hears to the fucked up teens
Little more weed, first class seats
Sweet, okay makes sense
Teens injecting themselves
Call the network dipset family ties
The mirror, bags under my eyes,
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,
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