Incoming callplus this my homie from high school
Momma told him all that money will make you a fool
See your shit dont make sense you best repent
The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect
Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
Always make her happy so you know that you can't lose
We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes
Ok now everythings wonderful
I'd be happy if i could make a trifle
Peep game don't let the money make you change
With foreign names, valet the range
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