So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit
Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,
And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp
Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift
Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit
The only way for him to make a profit,
Every day was a saturday, shit
You busy selling eighths to make a profit
Prevent narcotics, tonics, stupid logic's from physiologists to profit.
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Never wear watches time causes losses in options,
And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
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