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Justin Bieber Diamonds white like Justin Bieber, I got a janitor, give him a clean up I got my bitch, I tell her to clean me up and suck my motherfuckin'
ohh I was at the gas station And a man walked past With his sign will work for food Clothes or cash And he asked if he could pump my gas So I let him
I'm Dana Dane Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga Laid to rest by the one you
here smoking that loud To make my demons calm down I don't even need no stimmy, I get cash by any means Even before 'Rona, I kept my distance, stayed
my accomplishments By fucking these bitches Who catch feelings, not dollars But her ass cheeks But that's talent, if you ask me Roll up to the zoo
go that shit hard You see I'm just tryna get this fucking cash of course Hop up in my fucking Chevy Trax I do the dash it gah 9k on the dash of course
Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black But Roger gets high -- grades on tests He smokes -- brain cells to rest But brothers jel on him
I said if I don’t make it rich then I’ll make it my bitch. If it ain’t talking us then don’t make it my business. This ain’t bout the pen
We got checks like Nike Money excite me See the cash, ahh, eee Now the jakes can't stop me Keep my money overseas Some where by palm trees Do this
K in cash by my lonely (Yeah) Can't fuck that bitch, she bony Money green, not clean I'm on the bean, I'm on a whole lot of lean I don't care what
Tell 'em about the cash and the stash, and were I got my guns And you know I'm the bird man 'cause I sold so much coco Beware of the crack pipe, that's
Ay Masher break your heart I put my eyes on the price I'll run laps for my mother I done been planning since a jet Hitting these lines clean
zone All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck
clean I gotta go and work for the cash in my bank All those digits were earned not given
switch I by guns for bygones I'm living in a dream, your bitch love me But I do not know why, she love my de She sucking on my team, she suck so clean But
body wrote some cheques my brain couldn't cash Though I tried real hard wasn't never no good at math When it come down to it, gave my best years up for
bouncing I can't hold the cash in my hands now Dance now The way that shit moving you wish your girl would do her dance style I'm out and stout Man, I hope
Its a real big difference when you chase that cash Then when you actually proceed to go and make that cash Gotta stay steadfast (Uh) I keep my circle
Ladi yeah eh Bout my green like its a text I get it done by any means complete the mission I lost love for many niggas keep my distance And brodie
I got 20 20 20/20 vision I see me getting cash stashing cash fulfill my mission Sitting counting Benjamins You see I love getting plenty They say
I swallow the sun I swallow the ghosts entering my lungs Tryna take mine in a trial by fire I won Ruby said it best how it's lonely at the top When
I'm by myself, it got better, yeah Balenciaga my leather, huh I move that pack through the mail, yeah I move some packs through a letter, huh I move
I need someone who can handle it Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed I don't need nobody tryna give me shit I got a record but I'm clean as they
staring at my team You wishing that a nigga Had looking so clean Track jacket on my back Looking mint green Hanging off my ass It's some konvict jeans Your
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