No i'm not done talkin, pistol on my side and these biches still barkin
Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin
My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen
More mistakes could be made ‘n
Not bad using that dope money
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Not hungry for my poetry
Hustle for dis country money
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Where you belong with your family
Don't sacrifice your morals for money
What them tippers don't see
Getting to the money
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