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[Verse 1]
See the chicks go crazy when they see the timepiece
I'm like slow down, baby, that's five G's
I had more ten bags when I was nineteen
I'm twenty now, B, so guess how I feel
Yo, I know money don't control me
But I ain't even gonna lie, B, the money turnt me bossy
See, I was outside feelin' cold, G
Hit West End, five bills in the stony
[Verse 2]
See this money problem kinda gets the best of me
I've got a problem 'cause I need to be on Jeremy
Fam, I bought some Louis kicks for a seventh year
I wore them three times, and I ain't wearin' them again, G
And the Feds could stop me anytime they want
'Cause I pay my insurance, four Louis's a month
I'm fam, yeah, I don't get those G's
Dem man are broke, why the fuck they screamin' "M.O.B."?
[Verse 3]
Listen, more grub, that equals more P's
Sometimes I feel sorry for them pool fiends
I get a nine-ball for six bags sank
And then I'm goin' home wit' like fourteen
Yo, and the Rollie's tryna cage man
It's only funny now I'm clockin', it's a game, fam
Smoky, read the full four, then he came out
Now they've got seven of my **** in the jailhouse
[Verse 4]
But when I take you back to the mean streets
When I was on the floor, and the **** tried to kill me
So anywhere dem **** roll, B, I will be
With better corn in my ting, do you feel me?
Yo, our broke days, I remember that
And fuck bein' broke, cah that turnt me mad
I went from a tenner to a oner to a bag
Now I keep that on full, and I ain't never goin' back
Written by: chriss howard
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