And don't ever (and don't ever)
Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever
And nasty remains and bones
And we crazy, homes
But make sure if they do see
And a fridge and some broccoli
They laugh and scream and leap
I keep my money neat
It's all good, finna dog that
Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.
Grab the scissors and saws and
Fuck you if you feelin' different
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
I'm modest, and humble
And inhospitable,
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