Have no souls indeed
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
And big money like hulk
Off jump boo, cudi give you funk
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right
Enticed on money and vices alike,
And cash money supermarket like seth,
And i'm a just take another guess
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
And we gettin' money, over here,
I just had to ask, tell me if it's real
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