She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face
Let's pretend he was a kid people were able to raise,
I'd raise the infant, like a parent,
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!
And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit
Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime
But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime
We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit
The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip
Your mom would rather raise a maggot
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
Don't got a deal, dinner is toast and jelly
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
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