Hagh, f**k that, f**k s**t pay me
Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately
Top of the roof, n****s start hating
Talk that s**t, I aim for the bacon
Man I swear the game got so clay aiken
Bought a new crib, yo b***h say it's spacious
Rise to the motha fucken money
Betta swear this s**t about nothing
Why you n****s ballin on a budget
Boy don't get close, I press that button motha fucka
And my n***a...
N****s washed up, start scrubbin
N***a get your cover...
T-Raww
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