Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Bitches love money and i got a lot of money
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
In the front row at a holy justin bieber show
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
They alll ran out of money.
Hoes love me because of my cars
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches
Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas
Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles
Destined to win, get respect where i live
Descending from a missive of riches,
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
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