Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick,
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Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick
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East side nigga I'm on the paper ride,
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Jeffrey boulevard know what takes about
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These record exist, they're tryin' to take em out
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But my rappers A1, like the stake is out
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Feel like rap niggas on some hoe shit,
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Like they G stringing in their whole dick,
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I'm a crown man, never hold the hand of another nigga
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Just a cup of liquor, and I get to go in
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Any, I get to flow in, color couple bitches, nigga get the trousers
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Turn the studio to a movie set,
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I'm 'bout to blow up, I just ain't do it yet.
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My nigga, I'm sick of you my nigga,
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??? do it anyway
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Tell the world in the light of the day
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Did you need me baby?
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if you would need my .. claim, you're a ..
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Used to read the source switchin' I could be a rapper,
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Not really knowin' what I'm seeking after,
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Now I'm in the club is up and see them niggas actors,
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Now I'm thinking niggas need to see the pastor,
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Lord save my soul I ain't living right,
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Lord save my soul, I'm just here to die,
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Popped a couple molly tryin to see the light,
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Poured a little goose, mixed it with the sprite
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And it's drinking goon, catch a nigga one day
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But for now we're catching flights, upon the one way
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City to city, telly to telly, known in my city hood like a belly belly
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Why you make me sick of you my nigga?
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??? , I don't want you saved my heart
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Tell the world in the light of the day
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Did you need me baby?
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If you would need my .. claim, you're a ..
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Fiona Apple
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