Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Yes, i'm sure we could all agree
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I heard that time is money
Music is money, money isn't music
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
Story of a young dreamer who was mistook n' then he died...
The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride
I'm a baller, literally
If i can make them money
That's why i'm after this money
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
A young dreamer, still yet to be known
Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone
Rappers like mad dreamer fucking blow.
And i did the video for really though
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