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the money come the hate
I got a ulcer in my stomach, but the cash rules
I'm just a product of my environment
I'm just a product of my environment

Ayy,

zarabiali by na szamę
Mam dostawę włączam tryb samolotowy
Rzucam jaranie jak jebane Mołotowy
Po twoim syfie ziomy nabawią się paranoi
Wyglądają po tym jakby z

Up in this remix
Up in this remix

Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
All feeling celebrity dicks

unconnecting odkąd poleciał rejestr prepaid
W robieniu ludziom pod górę można by mówić że całkiem w cipę
Ty kiedy mówisz to palisz czy żalisz
I co to kurwa tu

on a body and follow through with a dosh
Bragga by definition
I kill all the competition
I dead all the negative shit with nothing but optimism
Now at the top

yeah

Szybko śniadanie bo nie tracę czasu yeah
Okno otwieram i wpuszczam promienie
By poczuć wakacyjny nastrój
Od rana telefon dzwoni
Kubek pełen zimnej

change, switching lanes, you always by my side

sounds of sirens, never silenced, this town doesn't know that we're here
Ring the doorbell, late night

Lat miał i chciałem, by tak jak raperów mnie
Wszędzie nosili na rękach dobrze pamiętam
Grała mi muza do ucha na przerwach
Nie na tych grupkach, ani w

without caution, livin' by the motto

It's lit, it's lit, give a fuck about shit
(yeah)
It's lit, it's lit, hop up in the mosh pit
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's

cash real quick klick
Put when the Five-O flashed that badge
You felt sick klick Clique
You’ve been had real quick you need your mom
You need your dad

life on the inside
Never ad tha art of a warrior
Started promising himself he weren't
Guna come back got surrounded by goon and he
Felt like a foreigner

of some cash
I knew a killer named Bruno
My first time in the D
He made sure I was good
He treat me like family
I picked him up in his hood
He threw

zbić fortunę
Tu mieć fortunę, to nie znaczy być tu królem
Możesz mieć hajsu w chuj
A i tak się budzić z gulem
Nie chodzi o to by szmule
Brały ciągle do

the smash, 750
All cash if they ain't talking math those
The ones I blow past

Talking bout that glass house
Talking bout that Ghost
Talking about success
Got

mejlím

Ruka na srdci, ego zahodil jsem stranou
Uvědomil jsem si, že jen vzpomínky zůstanou
Divnej svět, lidi nejsou sami sebou
I když máš cash, stejně ty

might as well go kill a couple of niggas, mane, you know
Go, go in they hood and do a drive-by 
Then come back in the hood and laugh about the stuff

boy bitch
No comments fired I'm snuffed out
By your momma nigga
I know regrets has been problems
Been posted up blocking
Cash money pocket got

Yo, True Master with the Blast Master
Street pastors, yup, we beat blasters
We massacre, we think past ya
Flashing the cash and the ass don't matter

real love
Unconditional, I'm with you yeah
It's team us
Every flaw you know I'm embracing them all
Whenever you call, I'm gon' silde, ooh
Drive by i'll

on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got

need work"
And me I got them Oxys, mollys, xanax
And that syrup what I wouldn't have been
Is frightened, scared
Or startled by your ass
I would've walked

to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little

at
Boy you know the homie done smash
Swear you know the homie got cash
(got money girl)
And everybody still got problems (they do)
But what the fuck am I

the cash in hand
I lost a bet with Dave the brick layer and
As a forfeit I had to suck his gland

I sucked off a bloke, I didn't like it
The taste of his