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It's like (I'm in love with the money) I'm back in school with this sh*t, bro (I'm in love with the money) It's like, all this f**kin' guap (I'm in love with the money) Ball like a f**kin' [?] (I'm in love with the money) Big a** bankroll (I'm in love with the money) I didn't know it was your sh*t, damn (I'm in love with the money) (I love you, 4ME) (Sossy) That's my babe Oh yeah (Racks) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, came a long way from geekin' up in the cla** What you makin' on a re-up, I spend it all on my gas Now I'm geekin' off this guap, threw the pills in the trash I might kick it with the slime, yeah, n***a, say slatt In the trap with the big blood, n***a, say blatt Every day, that I'm wakin' up, I think about the racks And I got to thank God, that I still ain't gеt wacked I'm in love with this money, yеah, I'm crushin' on it bad Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an a** that I could tap All these drugs got me geeked up, and you know that that's a fact Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat And I knew he wouldn't do it, 'cause these n***as all cap Damn, I keep goin' up, and they stuck where they at Turn the whole world pink, when I'm sippin' on the Act' Tell the b*t*h to toot it up, I'ma hit the from the back Intercept the pack, and my shooter caught the sack Green Vet with the cheese and you just a lil' rat If we find out that he snitchin', we gon' knock him off the map Pull up to your front door, we ain't talkin' on an app I could make a couple bands, with some numbers on an app You keep blowin' up my phone, and no, I won't hit you back Yeah, I'm gone with the wind, I done ran off with your lil' racks I will never understand why these n***as they just be lackin' New racks in, let's get back to the hundreds, need the backend Had a bad lil' b*t*h, broke her back in All these n***as cap rap, they just good at the actin' (Oh yeah) (Yeah, that's my babe) (Yeah, I'm in love with the money) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, crushin' on it bad) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, that's my babe) (Yeah, crushin' on it bad) (I'm in love with the money) (I'm in love with the money) (Racks) Yeah, came a long way from geekin' up in the cla** What you makin' on a re-up, I spend it all on my gas Now I'm geekin' off this guap, threw the pills in the trash I might kick it with the slime, yeah, n***a, say slatt In the trap with the big blood, n***a, say blatt Every day, that I'm wakin' up, I think about the racks And I got to thank God, that I still ain't get wacked I'm in love with this money, and I'm crushin' on it bad Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an a** that I could tap All these drugs got me geeked up, and you know that that's a fact Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat (Yeah) Yeah, I'm in love with the money Yeah, yeah, I'm in love with the money That's my babe
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