Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
Fuck that just gimme my check,
This is everything that we call hype
All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Why yap about money, and all that
Twista finna get up on the track
I guarantee our change whatever we go through
Gettin check after check it's all i do,
Momma told him all that money will make you a fool
I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule
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