Trying to make money so my family could eat
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page
Peep game don't let the money make you change
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Momma told him all that money will make you a fool
I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple
I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil
Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow
You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no
Peep game don't let the money make you change
Got in more trouble as i got up that age
Gone head an make that money
Chillin' with homies and family
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