Aint nobody getting shot up on the block
I read about napoleon hill and try to know god
I heard through the grape vines that you really thought you had a shot
Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job
I fucking hate this job
Call this the money shot
And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being
Put that on everything these other bitches anything
Going through the purse of your spouse
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
We're living in a fantasy
Getting to the money
While we going through the school
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
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