That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
While in hell there's no angels for me
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
No one knew the real me
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Me now, and me then, no symmetry
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
No you cant hide from me
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Me now, and me then, no symmetry
They say nothings ever free
No-one there to console me.
No one, no one is iller than me.
Take your time when you’re with me baby
Giving me no entitlements
Don’t you be holding back, your love
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