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para ti, pal resto no Yo pienso en money Contigo saco el fono y hacemos pornografía Te haces la sana porque soy Malo y en mi confías Dile que fui yo (yo,
uh uh Stars in the sky, stars in your mind Dreams we had with no money Sculling our wine Neither of us have had one at a time 'Till we left our phones
a young nigga stank ya Switchin' lane-to lane I don't ever use the blinker Big dawg shit, 24 be the name See I just want some money I ain't trippin' 'bout
about money then I'm movin on All your shit wack, you in the past Fuck what you say I'm in all black, I got the cash I got the blade (aye) We're the eyes
gon' wanna split yo wig if you wanna Smoke a blunt cuz I wanna I get money, cause I wanna, I go dummy When I wanna Jean chains, cause I wanna, black
Who woulda thought moving as fast as I Could could make me feel so stagnant But regardless, there's money to make And that's all that really matters,
She's guns, money, sex and cocaine Blue fuel, cigarettes and propane Green, yellow, red light campaign Quick moving, never choosing the slow lane "Cause
bitches So way out first rule, no lame niggas South Dallas, South Beach, South Central We fucking up the streets Over here niggas all about the money All
still love him Y'all know the reason I be holding out I'm real humble i'm in the crib I'm barely going out it feel lovely Won't make no money in the crib
to meet me at the Tesco I'm on the north side of Ingles But I'm from Bompton though Fuck around and get your bitch knocked We just trying to get some Money
a Patek on my wrist from Philippe Fly you out overnight like it's eBay Yeah, I put some money on that Birkin (On that Birkin) Just be honest with me baby
money on the phone Brothers on the steps throwing bones Chipping stones, cheeks wet Snake eyes, shots fly, just a heat check! Twelve drive by, natives
boy telling me he's soon home He don't wanna borrow money when He said he's feeling alone We should be in the mosque Practising about a prophet But
own thing happenin' It's workin' out great for me I'm healthy, I'm happy I'm successful, and good money, uh I hope that works out for you Don't let my
Bitch ich bin Wiener, bleibe in Wien Feelings wie Scotty, Baby ich beam Mit Money im Zach wie Lavine Grinde für immer Fam ist bei mir keine Bilder Ich
delete And we got everything we need A little bit of money, something to eat And we don't sleep, we just Imagine All the good things we'd love to happen
in trouble These are things that I juggle So I save my lunch money And starve for months straight To get a phone of my own, I'll be cool You just wait
I got demons livin' with me (Yeah) And they won't move out Mama did what she could Daddy did this and that Young nigga tryna get this money Off of my
guess guess guess what? They're defeated as fuck Shamed out of money by their own culture Nice to fucking meet you Let's get a little see-though (Watch
times I wanna spend all of my money On my friends and on drugs And I wanna ride around on a Horse and give people hugs And when I come into town they'll
talkin' bout I was Just beginnin' to be Where the fuck I wanted to be at I'm talkin' bout runnin' my motherfuckin' Money up these bitches Done put a warrant
I spend money and I gamble, I can't help it (I can't help it) Pay no mind to no bitch, yeah, I'm selfish (yeah, I'm selfish) Stay on my grind, bitch
the nigga go get it He payed the ticket that I asked for Cooked it in a glass jar I Told em that I had more But somethin funny bout his money though Bitch you
nigga Fuck y'all I want my money back
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