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[Intro: SK Do Magic]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

It's money, it's money, it's money

It's money, it's money, all day, all day

Ugh

[Verse 1: SK Do Magic]

Baby girl, what you want to do? (Do)

Hop in this 'Cedes, girl (Girl)

She like, "Where we going to?"

A new life, new world (World)

Pop that molly, we hardbody (Body)

Glocks hot as Kemosabe ('Sabe)

He said that he wanted beef

So we fed him hollows and got it poppin' (Got it)

Fear and ego is the enemy (Uh-huh)

You ain't got to pretend with me

I need the wool (Wool), I'ma skin the sheep (Sheep)

And take the bull, skin it to the meat

You full of shit, we in too deep

I do this, she knew the deep

Like two feet, Flare two-time

She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee (Ugh)

Brought you in, I'll take you out (Out)

Ball like Tim then I weighed it out

It's no work, we sling through droughts

The life of me, I'm just hangin' out

Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch

I don't wanna see your ass layin' down

Pop that pussy, twerk somethin'

'Cause most of these bitches work for nothin'

Paid your dues, while you paid in full

I can't wait to win, you wait to lose

Your mind of a failure, hate rules

When you settle for what you hate to do

I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras

Extended clips shoot through your necklace

Leave you breathless, that Tec is restless

'Cause all my children need the best, bitch

I need that Rothschild money (Money), the top is sunny (Sunny)

I seen the light (Light), and you blocked it from me (Light)

But I found my way (Way) to the top, I'm comin' (Comin')

Got that smack-dab base (Base), like a rockstar drummer

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

I'm a problem to niggas

Pop artillery, the carbon is with 'em

Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga

Just watch, I'ma kill 'em all in a minute

It's the ticket-dodgin' aristocrat

New bitch, whip with the system slaps

Mister slide in and skimp the sack

Nigga hit the function with a pick and axe

My nigga, miss me with the bullshit

Right here, right ear got a pesto blunt

Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck?

Why your bitch go down when the sess go up?

Hard as armed services, y'all might have heard of him

Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up

Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers

Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes

Dealt with addiction

Fell for the bitch with the pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped

In the land of the rent-less

Stand with my chips in a stack and a grin, fuck 'em

[Outro]

*A man getting viciously stabbed to death*