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(Intro) Hol' Up Wait (Chorus) (2X) AIn't bout the money then stop it, aye Ain't bout the money, don't talk like aye I want the muhfuckin' guap like aye Have your bitch giving me top like aye (Verse) Probably died already, I'm just serving my sentence Crazy thing is that I can't tell the difference Older so now i got different addictions like getting this money and fucking on bitches Don't need no genie to grant me my wishes The future I'm chasing not far from my grasp Finishing school just to leave out this bitch and come back in some years just to ball on their ass That's only one part of the plan Shit is clearer since i got off the xans Timid spirit till I fucked with the Klan In the mirror, I discovered the man Now these bitter niggas smoking itty bitty swishers in their feelings They can't fuck with the mans Shit, I'm not trippin' Show love when i can It seems like that's just what you need All these lessons that i learned, they took a tole Changes of the heart and of the soul Gotta break the bread up with my niggas If we don't share the wealth, how do we grow If it ain't bout the money, change the topic I can't fit opinions in my wallet I can't buy a cribbo for my momma with all of these conversational topics, aye (Chorus)
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- ParisFromTokyo