Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars
And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,
Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
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