yeah money i got still tryna get more grind don t stop still thinking like a nigga broke yeah cookin soul uh money i got still tryna get more grind don t stop still thinking like a nigga broke smoked one with juvenile sticking to the g code cutting through the rain clouds gulf stream sipping moe with a little oj lemonade mimosa you don t say can t tell if this work or vacate but i stay focused on the dope cause it s the only way doors open vertically if you got enough cake women throw their morals away she gon be a ho today do what ever i say cause she seen me hoppin out that wraith game cold but it s fair i got a mink coat for this affair legendary shit they felt it in the air them bitches knew i was there these moments so rare take a picture baby girl don t stare cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion it s always going for it never on no ho shit three rolex s they can t find no time for it my time is money son who paying for this we didn t come to this dead son of a bitch s house to be comedians what the hell is on your mind you lookin good blue the lord himself couldn t look better i m rich i have money i m cute i m handsome now what the hell is on your mind let s sit down and talk about it i m already here bitch1