Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
Y’all niggas ain’t no stars
Fuck them hoes and the cops
Fuck them hoes and the cops
Y’all only in it for the cars
No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
Bought the dope and have hoes
Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,
In front of our building, they was my heroes
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