1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
And i've been uplifting the people i'm with
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Popping shots off from my top like an uzi
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them
Why am i back to shooting up again?
Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.
Good kids make bad grown ups
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups
An enemy troop foolishly unloaded his uzi and sprayed
Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade
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