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We all feeding for the money
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hey welcome to the fin for the money
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hey welcome to the fin for the Mondays
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real morning, yeah
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Do you?
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As I look in my son eyes, I ask how I survive,
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more pride gonna let your.. and bullshit collide
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and hip-hop a nomina,
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you cash like women and be so psyched up when the money come,
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top of the morn, we live in the spot
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when we¡¯re born with too many bros, the only breeze that can repalm
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to me don¡¯t get my city just to do everything you did a body
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but baby there¡¯s nothing new
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a couple jew, a couple tea, how you¡¯re gonna start
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I¡¯m rolling weed saying please, keep away the nox,
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word, to these pole old pants and there¡¯s hoodie what I spit
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ain¡¯t busy ..are all no goodies
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I would rap in this goodie and soul sweet alive
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my travel alive even when the present conditions are so blick strick cheerin
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every summer weed chillin
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they¡¯re stealing, I close my I see millions
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the paper on the.. adresing on my haters all
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I¡¯m on it, I¡¯m focused on my crispy green donners,
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my ex is how I show you,
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been like I got all the money in the world
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but don¡¯t know what bang the goal to
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bean for the Monday, TSA in run ways,
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you could been blessed the day
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that the Sunday as we sayin
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SLA we ..
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