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Yeah, money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, thinkin' like I'm still broke
Yeah
(Cookin' Soul on the beat)
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, still thinkin' like a nigga broke
Smoke one with Juvenile, stickin' to the G code
Cuttin' through the rain clouds, Gulf Stream, sippin' more
With a little OJ, lemonade, mimosa, you don't say
Can't tell if it's work or a vacay
But I stay focused on the dough 'cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away, she gon' be a ho today
Do whatever I say 'cause she seen me hoppin' out that Wraith
Game cold, but it's fair, I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture, baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both in, real player in motion
That's always goin' forward, never on no ho shit
Three Rolexes, still can't find no time for it
My time is money, son, who payin' for this?
We didn't come to this dead son of a bitch's house to
Be comedians, Dorinda. What the hell is on your mind?
You lookin' good, Blue
Lord himself couldn't look better. Rich, I have money
Cute, I'm handsome. Now what the hell is on your mind?
Let's sit down and talk about it
I'm already here, bitch