It wasn't about the sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest
A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers
And this world's mine, but the womb is hers
I call heads, but i get sex/
I'm on deck i'm up next
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
I stay awake , dreaming for sex
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