All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
Of the coke and the smoke of weed
Sometimes i think, what i need
For me looks good she said oh you so sweet
Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
African queen got what you need
"kill this nigga, guns and weed"
You gotta know the motto get money then bitches
Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live
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