They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
One two three four five six seven eight nine
I'm just here to have a good time
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby
Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
They giving pounds and that before get the money
One two three everybody wana be
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic
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