Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Every time that you talk
I got buku broad
Can't control the box, you are no mills lane
Money bring pain,money bring gain
Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad
No money no talk,no energy no walk
Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
I just don't wanna talk
I make her cum a lot
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
Now you also talk shit about money
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