I'm that extreme, so haters complain
Money bring pain,money bring gain
I'm a baller, literally
That i have all the money
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Not hungry for my poetry
I heard that time is money
They alll ran out of money.
What them tippers don't see
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Yup money talks, but for you money walks
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
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