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Money on my mind with a bad with 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 paper I might do the running man

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

1]
I don't love her, I don't chase em I em
trust these hoes on the internet
Man these is something
Staying blunted, give these no discussion
coppers might try to shoot ya
To dodge em you gotta em
Four hundred on the
They stop me, Troy Ave
Bad full of guys
Need cash, need
Most off season
Know you me when I'm leaving
Hood chick seen shit
Girl this ride all

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

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

2]
Young bull with the
Advance money just to
Know boys couldn't hold me
With the wrist, with the
I can't pick up you call
They thinking I'm lit
Girl I cannot pay your
You thinking I'm a trick
In the game now
Got a name now
They just turned twelve
I can't hang now
Foreign thang need a
Got her turned off a
tell you how I met her
Ever since I leave her

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