Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child
Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind
From curb surfingwe working the industry
Either way we body for money
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch
Than the muse of a family
Getting to the money
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
I ain't got no money,
Its a war with the enemy
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
In other words i'm getting money
But i kinda like your company
Boy im out here chasing money
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