Young money like drake and nicki
Ye too, but what em did was silly
So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black
Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag
Take my bus and bust down money
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
I got money mind and money on my wrist
This is roc nation and i'm not patient
Pissin' on the demons of the earth
Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers
"money and blood don't mix
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
So here i am at the store for some chips
Hustle for money and making livings
And we gettin' money, over here,
But still homey keep it real, how does it feel
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