To make karma come faster than she normally will
So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle
That i'd, never ever ever go broke
I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat
So broke is what i'm called when them promoters never call,
They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
No ho, acquainted with the floor
When i have so much more
Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name
Before i go off the deep end from so much pretend i kept tame
Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing
So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,
So much money lookin like its the lotto that hit me, so far i have 2 million in my possession,
I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin
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