Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Boy im out here chasing money
Music is money, money isn't music
Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit
Hopin' that my niggas see
Getting to the money
Money bring pain,money bring gain
Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain
I heard that time is money
Let me rideuntil i get free
Blow up on this society
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
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