Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
To this day, the game, will never be the same
Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard
Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want
I wanted the money and never the fame
Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain
Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy
And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,
They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
We love for a while then a light goes
I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
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