Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit
Dont back off, come on and get bit
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well
He throws up every single bit of his hell
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Here they keep a rachet close
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
But even if it rain, we get rained on together
Its an adventure for money structure that's a bit better
And that´s how it has begun
I thought of bill clinton
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