In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen
Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes
Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Bought the dope and have hoes
Tryna stay clear of my foes
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