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Bitch cold, I sweat dairy clean rosed up
Very clean, spur flew over, she got caught up in them wangs
We gonn turn a couple corners
Talk about a couple things, preliminary wing great
I'ma let you hit the weed, once we on that interstate
I don't be smoking on them streets
The traffic lights will have you in the jam with the man
I ain't spending every minute, in the can of scotch mold
Tryina spend a hunned grand
I know how to show you how we can get it spinning again
Very clean, spur flew over, she got caught up in them wangs
We gonn turn a couple corners
Talk about a couple things, preliminary wing great
I'ma let you hit the weed, once we on that interstate
I don't be smoking on them streets
The traffic lights will have you in the jam with the man
I ain't spending every minute, in the can of scotch mold
Tryina spend a hunned grand
I know how to show you how we can get it spinning again
Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win
Them boys is grown men, bullshit is what I'm spitting
So bullshit is what you getting when you make a decision, now listen
I see them niggas faking, cause I'm high I'm slipping
They gonn knock me off position, but why
Cause a nigga be riding nice cars fancy clothes
Naked hoes and mansion homes
Got a lot but still we want more
There's one thing you can never have it
Too much money, too much money, too much money
You can never have too much money, too much money, too much.
Them boys is grown men, bullshit is what I'm spitting
So bullshit is what you getting when you make a decision, now listen
I see them niggas faking, cause I'm high I'm slipping
They gonn knock me off position, but why
Cause a nigga be riding nice cars fancy clothes
Naked hoes and mansion homes
Got a lot but still we want more
There's one thing you can never have it
Too much money, too much money, too much money
You can never have too much money, too much money, too much.
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