Why yap about money, and all that
Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
Hustle for money and making livings
But love my music, say i do nothing but hits
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
You rap about selling weed and money schemes
And they're robbing our money for tax
He watched house party, and ate apple jacks
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Even with the money and the fame
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see
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