No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,
I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed
You don;t thin anymore
Know you want me to fall
We used a andy warhol to paint the decor
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
You chase hoes, i chase dollars
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill
Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste
Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste
Then keep your change like an oink machine
I gotta chase after this dream
I ain't got no money,
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
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