How to get my rent money
What them tippers don't see
Music is money, money isn't music
Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit
Getting to the money
Yes, i'm sure we could all agree
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
What influence as nigga money or fame
Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
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