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star-spangled hearts sat faithfully in rows
Bent to help the boys entrenched stave off those dark shadows
Day-by-day they all were tasked to paint two hundred

in your eyes
When every pretty face is just another 
Strange embrace

A hundred and thirty dollar turtleneck
She'll probably be into that
You

Vader
Doing a moonsault, on the top rope
Hip hop pharaoh
Rotten apple
Rappin with the soul of Devito
Eating Doritos
Raps fucking pinnacle
Heres 100% proof

the Patek Philippe
Hundred grand on my hand
If I, may be so bold and classic leather the band,
If they, wanna confirm I'm verified in advance
If you, gettin'

of me 
I get familiar with these niggas, me, I kept it business 
That way, we could never say money affected friendship 
What I'm payin' on bills, you

This when the lights start
This when they put all of the bread in my lunchbox
This is my part
Silly bill
Don't you work at McDonald's
Ugh
This

What's up, Red?
Thanks for the bike
What you got on my 40, homie?
I thought you had 200 dollars
I do, but I wanna spend Red's money (red's money)

sunscreen
SPF 100? I hope it's in stock
'Cause I rub it on my nips
And the bell-end of my cock
The public, the media they're on our side
With skin so white we

everywhere you see
Them Locs hang at
I'm a million dollar nigga
Just spent a couple hundred thousand
Got a new car 'cause I just got a new house
Funny how

a cool million
I'm in your meeting room, feet on your table
Smoking my own brand, kush from the land
Laying out the plan, million dollar man
And I ain't

You're dollar-store batteries
With that wackness, please, send your weak records back to the factories
I shop in Delaware, ain't nobody taxing me
Not

What you know about the life of a teacher, life of a coach
Paid once a month, always going broke
Savings always low, bills gotta go
Paid towards

30 tonight

Dats y the rolly is freezing



I just want A rolls Royce

100 million dollars in it

Bad bitches oh boy

Pussy wet I’m drowning in it

delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of White Star
'Bout to hide it
'Cause y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that E&J and Paul Masson

Fahrbahnspur
Fick' in New York eine Bitch, eine Stripperin
Mach aus 'nem Fifty a hundred
I'm flippin' it (Flippin' it)
Ich hänge ab mit den Gangstern und Savages

how she end up whorin'
Payton Manning cause I'm scorin'
Bill bent cause I be Lauren
This one for the strippers
And them niggas that gon' tip her
Throw

Uhh dizzy Wright nigga

I told my mama this is me until my dying day
I'ma educate roll this weed
And I'mma fly away
I'm blunted keep it three hundred

a Bently to the same men that were killin' me
I've got three hundred dollars in my pocket that I'm probably gonna give away
It's not "Thanksgiving Day" but

bad bad boys

(hey listen we are the bad boys looking for a dollar bill you need your husband alive $50 000 is all it takes)
Tulala  tulalala
Tulala

ain't got it
Cool see
I can go to work
A couple hundred dollars make it work
My Momma said no son
That aint gone work
And they ain't understand what you

Dein Herz nicht sein Baby, du bist vom Nordpol
Und ich will ans Meer

Alles dreht sich nur um Dollar Bills, wenn es nach dir geht, Baby
Alles dreht

hundred-eleventh street boy
Playin' ghetto gospel
Slidin' through the city of choppers
'bout to get this money and split
It up with my partners
My nigga, you got

one thing 'bout it, you know
It's uh nothing other than that one youngin'
Keeping it nothing under one hundred, special cloth, cut from it
Wonder which

you wanna rewind me
All the labels wanna sign me
For the right reasons we aim to please
Huntin' dollars and it's buck season 'Cause

Various women, I'm