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She foul, get back to it
Lost pounds, drown my fluid
She don't know, wifey flow
She ride my (wooh) till my soul get through it
I shouldn't have to speak
But it's a moral I keep
Money talk, money talk, yuh
But you ain't goin hear it from me, yuh
Now they tryna intervene
f**kas scared to lose the lead
But that's the thing I never need
But that's the thing I never need
Pussies want they needs, feed 'em d**k for sleep
Everybody keep falling, yuh
Think they dusted clean, f**k the whole scene
Nobody different to me, I promise
You want the product, splittin' your wallet
They finna cop it just for the topic
Pay em in silence, they never like it
Mental crash course, I been auto-pilot
I put the work in but ain't see the milage
I'm a disgrace if you ask me in private
Just like the violence, they claiming is honest
I'm a disgrace if you ask me in private

Old b*t*h, need to get a grip
Half these mothaf**kas on my d**k
Funny how the money make them sick
I'm in and out they way, then I dip
Old b*t*h, need to get a grip
Half these mothaf**kas on my d**k
Funny how the money make them sick
I'm in and out they way, then I dip

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