Young money young money yeah we getting rich
She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch
In other words i'm getting money
Chillin' with homies and family
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets
This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this
Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches
I’m effervescent, just ask them
If you aint smoking this weed then
Yes, i'm sure we could all agree
Getting to the money
Smoking weed with depression,
Well baby bot there ain't no question
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