Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
She love dat shit, shes begging for mo
Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand
Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though
Purple in the red solo,got me movin slow mo
Word, absence will make the heart grow
Syrup got me going slow mo
Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
I'll throw you some singles for those bills yuh gotta pay.
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