When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
Smoking weed and listening to rap
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Light girls if it's black they attract to usually
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
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