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I want art money
I want trap money
I want porn money
I want street money
Only fans money
I want arab money
I want his money
Her money
Rap money

Damn

Let me go off talkin' shit
Told her to shut the f*ck up because money is on my list
Addicted to numbers I was born to be a pimp
Baby I love you more then money just stop being a bitch

I got no respect
F*ck an ex
Old bitch put her self in a mess
Stupid bitch sucked more then eight dicks now that a hoe

Put the disease in the past
I'm on the train goin' fast
Like how she did in the past like damn

They like damn jas all you do is talk that shit
But you lame motherfuckers won't ever run all that shit

Gossip and drama
You fuckers stuck into trama

When I'm focused on the Mula
Number one rula

I need more money like bezo
Eatin' good steak yo
In the rap game I'm choosin' how I play hoe

F*ck a record label I'm makin' my bag
Beat the system as I hit it from the back
Gringos like lil boy relax

Bust a virus in this bitch I'll rub it in your face
Stupid motherfuckers still chasin' mistakes
Keep a gun keep a blade

Seven years in this bitch I never tapped out
Got so many rhymes never felt rapped out
Watch a pussy pass out

Damn man
Jas out here really out just destroying rappers man
F*ck man
And he fucked my bitch
Ahh

Ima keep it real I know I'm an asshole
Poke you where it hurts if you start the battle

Why you emotional all about feelings
Pussy boy not focused never on the teachings

I'm one step ahead I could never behind
Silly goose takin' his time
When I'm ahead of my time
Threw the day and night
In the studio workin' over nights
Shine you out till you burn out to the sky

You stupid motherfucker mad cause' I'm about this shit
Insecurities got you feelin' like you ain't part of my shit
But really you need hop off my dick

And get a life
Mindful lil bitch finger tweetin' to get the message right

Mess with the kid from the wild wild west
Me and my homies keep a tech
And put a bullet to your neck

Show no mercy to the enemy
They act like they friends with me
Could never try to play with me
Talkin' but not face to me

I got so many rhymes and versus
And curses
Fake thrown at me I'm always swerving
Old bitches I'm curvin'
F*ck the perfect

Broke boy on some rich shit
Cut the tracks and push the kilos now we lifted

I feel like pablo when im in the kitchen
I feel like pablo when the money comes in
I feel like pablo when the cash this thick
I feel like pablo when I make her listen

Im finna boss up like Robert De Niro
I've always dreamed to be a pharaoh
Never to be like those pendejos

Castles and woman living in heaven
Since my past life's they found a way to get it

Dumb fucks never learned to keep it
But some how discovered the secrets

They spent money on hookers and drugs
Lost in the sauce and never shared a couple bucks

Rule number don't get high on your own supply

Right?

Ahh

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