There’s money to make
If i should die before i wake
Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
I lose a friend like every year, i choose to take that chance
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
And now i see that you were just a fake friend
Niggas in the street scared
I just want a best friend
She hangs up, and calls a friend
I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end
Chillin' with homies and family
If i can make them money
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee
"money over everything," is a fallacy mentality, that promotes living unhappily
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",
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