And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout
Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Fuck them hoes and the cops
Fucking each others moms
Im alone and rejected
She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men
It made me tense / i felt shaky when / the card was rejected at the atm
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,
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