A lot of bitches lie
A lot of hoes scheme
And if them hoes buy I sell them hoes dreams
I represent my team nigga my whole team
I'm talking young money we got that old green
Through all circumstances I keep my toes clean
So I walk light and keep my fluence clean
I was raised up in a war scene
Nigga been in that water like chlorine
Bitch better have my money
Before she even go and put food in her tummy
If you ain't talkin bout money keep walking
Or sell your ass on the streets like an auction
I can smell your bullshit from a mile away
Do you and we gonna do it our way
I'm too high and they all beneath me
They never reach me with the bullshit
Don't come talking to me
If you about to be
In my face with the bullshit
I don't know what happened to these muthafuckaz
But everybody seems to be with the bullshit
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