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the yellow rari 
Money like I'm Arthur Curry 
Got all sorts of tags on me
Lookin' like a brand safari 

Gucci rings, need the bling
Frozen chains, tattooed

"world is your's" shit. You can see it in my face
Staring through the window, visualizing money made
Getting them commissions. I won't see another wage

the door so they look through the peephole

I gotta run up da bag fa my people
We onna CHASE to the money like STEEPLE
Dey Betta keep that bitch from me
I'm

name to be known
To accomplish my dreams, to send money back home
I was raised by my momma, my daddy wasn’t there  
She taught me how to be strong, when

a cover,
Instead of making money this n***as they making drama,
The labels kind'a cool, but only in summer, wonder?

They do sh**t to impress and I'm never

with her go by in a blur.
Not too windy so it's refreshing when she whisper.
She says she likes the Midwest but got time for the East.
I say baby then

barely got a chance to live

Or the chance to get excited when she finally got invited

By her crush to a prom like dance

Or the chance to do a Daddy

an ordinary guy trying to make a living, 
it’s so bizarre that you not trying to steal my money, 
or the fact that you say that you really love me. 

I cannot

Susanne Klatten tell me can I get a dance ?
six years in the cell, he aint get it damn !
you should know by now I aint snitching ma'am
speed race, i8

GEAR OUT 
TIGHT SKIRTS BENDING THERE REAR OUT 
WHILE THUGS PUMPING THEIR SHIT OUT 
ITS CALLED 
HUSTLING HONEY 
TIME IS MONEY 
IN THE LAND OF RECESSION

naša sudbina je tamna
Crna ko katran ti postaješ jadan
Ah, al ipak ubija se para
Nemam plana, zato varam do kraja


3 godine u igri, 
Drive-by kada vozim

a time bomb watch me go off

Tik tik tok clocking these thoughts 
One by one me and my army
Shooting these words like they bullets
had to pull it life is

money fuck a paystub No half stepping so pick the pace
Up
My haters b taking them L's cause everyday they seeing me winning and if nothing at all just

I don't regret where I came from I learned some
(A lot)
Like how to work my ass off and shoot guns
And how to pass by life and go too dumb
And that I

the shit won't last
I say that i'm good but i'm really going through it
Killing the pain what i do by making music
Heart in a place where it's barely hard

Another day in the life 
As the world keeps spinning
Thank God I'm not religious
Otherwise I'd keep sinning
We keep spending all the money that we

the realest my nigga no i can't fake this shit
Im blinded by the power and the money man i hate this shit
Steady praying to god now
I aint afraid to die now

this sourpatch of life
I was stabbed from behind with a candy cane knife
by my candy cane wife
Something so sweet but it smokes harsh like menthol
I

of the times that I gave up
I be giving all the fake up, when I get the cake up, yeah I'm gonna save up
$11 an hour, but money doesn't equal power
The world's

Throughout life I made some bad Decisions
Mind on the money I had, to get it
Strapped up when I leave the crib
Cause I know if these niggas catch me

complaining
Boy that money motivation
(Ha)
She drop it low for a real one I'm fuckin wit her
Dip n dodgin from the cops they been gunnin for us
Told her send me

toes is the least I can be
I hear the money music ringing in my ears
Weekend at Bernie's the shit make me dance wit no fear
May u spring at me and nigga

on my SC bruh
This lifestyle, is it enough
I want a house by the sea, plus
Room enough for my whole team
Bout time that they know me
Rolled up, 703, lil

quarter clutch, man just give me the ball
Every time I touch it, know I'm going for it all

All that I really want is more money
All that I really need is