Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
All green nigga pick six
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I see'em grillin, i ate it though
The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
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