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Money on my mind a bad ting with me
Want me my paper but she not get the any
Heard they for me hope my Glock don't jam
If he talking bout some paper I might do the man

Smoking on some good I feel
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some I feel better
Your bitch is for whatever
Smoking on good I feel better
Your is down for whatever
Smoking on some good I feel
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some good I better
Your is down for whatever
on some good I feel better
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some good I better
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some good I better
Your bitch is down for

1]
I don't love her, I don't em I duck em
Can't trust these hoes on the
Man bitches is something
Staying blunted, give these hoes no
Them coppers might try to ya
To dodge em you gotta em
Four on the dash
They can't me, Troy Ave
Bad woods of guys
Need cash, need
Most shooters off
Know you hate me I'm leaving
Hood chick never seen
this ride all scenic

Money on my mind with a bad ting me
Want me my paper but she not get the any
Heard they coming for me hope my Glock jam
If he talking bout paper I might do the running man

Smoking on some I feel better
Your is down for whatever
Smoking on some good I better
Your bitch is for whatever
on some good I feel better
Your bitch is for whatever
Smoking on some good I better
bitch is down for whatever
Smoking on some good I feel
bitch is down for whatever
Smoking on some good I feel
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some good I feel
Your bitch is down for
Smoking on some good I feel
Your is down for whatever

2]
Young bull the hits
Advance money to flip
Know them boys hold me
With the wrist, with the
I can't pick up you call
must thinking I'm lit
Girl I cannot pay bills
You must I'm a trick
In the game now
Got a name now
They just switch turned
I can't hang now
Foreign thang a vision
Got her off a liter
Couldn't you how I met her
Ever since I couldn't her

Money on my mind with a bad ting me
me 'cause my paper but she not get the any
Heard they coming for me my Glock don't jam
If he talking bout some paper I might do the man