Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you
Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
No money, power, or drugs,
Good kids make bad grown ups
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight
Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side
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