I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
The little stands for lil and the gun stands for tommy
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
Do not attempt to interfere
Dad abuses the beer
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs
No money, power, or drugs,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
The ones who wanted their family to have a little money
Unable to think clear
Drinking a forty ounce beer
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