Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
If i can make them money
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Yes, i'm sure we could all agree
Money bring pain,money bring gain
I live my life in tha fast lane
Yup money talks, but for you money walks
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
I came up hungry
I ain't got no money,
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
But deep down, i don't really like you bitch
That i have all the money
On they twitter writing novels, see
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
Getting to the money
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