Perhaps it's just a fantasy
They alll ran out of money.
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
Not hungry for my poetry
Gone head an make that money
Than the muse of a family
Either way we body for money
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,
She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally
Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that
But the money don’t stack, man money overlap
Your too young for rap,sign in on youtube
With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop
Anint shit funny, for the money
And all women who had light features, see
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