And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
But is it really cocky if you know that it's true
Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Pussy, money weed is the current policy
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed
So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat
And in love with her, lets have sex
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex
And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex
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