A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell
Attached like pants keepin casual
Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
To the same plant, and the same pants
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
(ain't too proud 2 beg), pssh, nigga please
And really don't matter unless y'all coming with
Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith
Third ward general, young cash money
Ma family aint proud of me
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