And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
With some weed and a cup
She was the queen of the club
Weed smoke, booze and violence
I was playing with guns
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
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
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
Put up and smoke that weed,
Bitch i'm all you need
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