let me hit it , like we kicking back in something so funkylious back when i was in my mama house i wasn't doing dishes i was running around trying to get up on my riches on Money rhythms aint no other wishes besides trying be stable enough to were she don't have to leave. i rolling up my sleeve, hungry go geter disease. so i can go get her and start blowing on the trees. trying work my magic turn money out leaves to many obsessed with with the birds and the bees. all these hoes on my dick just a burden to me