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Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow
So we get high till it feel like the sky low
Y'all boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo
Money is the song, pockets on high note
Do Re Mi Fa So, I rock like a fossil
Big boss shit, Paul Castellano
Shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo
That's that nine nigga uh, Rondo
Sleepin' with the enemy, so I fuck the World
To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
The sweetest southern girl (sweetest southern girl)
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I'm the line up
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
Uh, mind over matter, Money over all
The World is on my shoulders, should I dust my shoulders off?
Uzi rat-a-tatter, knockin' over walls
Fuck the bullshit, but just don’t fuck it raw
Man, pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m goin'
And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin
Sanity kills, so I live the crazy life
I wonder if they'll pay attention, if I change the price
Life is my wife, till death do us part
Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart
Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I'm the line up
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
Steppin' on the bullshit, you can be my doormat
Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hatin’ shit, four flat
Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that
Yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter
Red Light on your head like a fuckin' recorder now
Don't you cross me, you do better crossin' the border
So much money piled up, I’m a muthafuckin' hoarder
This is times up
Put your signs up
Made em pick my dude
I'm the line up
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
You see money you call
Very few are chosen
Looking at the wall
You can feel them close in
Baby what the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
What the fuck is wrong (wrong) with them
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