The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I make you feel like it is 10 below
While in the distance i hear passing cars
Heard the sound of several gun shots
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Money, drugs, and power rule the world,
Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
When bret hart meet brett farve
Got like a hundred cars
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