We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
My father never talks to me
So come to me, then come for me
If you ain't about money
Walk that body, talk that body
It used to get to me, to the old me
Tell your homeboy to try me.
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
It ain't hard to make money
Try to call me (try to call me)
Oops, i'm so sorry
Means just enough to me
They want to amaze me
We ain't hear to hurt nobody
No-one there to console me.
Fuck fame, fuck money
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