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