I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
Might be leaving with me before the night is through
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Of having so much drugs, so much drugs
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this
I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
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