Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
Blow up on this society
Im in it for the money
We don't understand god
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
Hustle for dis country money
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
It's better if you know god.
Cause i break it out a lot
Music is money, money isn't music
All black everthing on some jigga shit
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