Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs
Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody
When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
Like the kind you find on cigarette packs
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
One day i was flippin channels/
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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