life of a star all along bring back the shat place and put it rite on me been in d south just to make music I'm too money minded to die Young, concentration focus and get the bags, going from grace to grace, she respect me because my name is grace, hundred thousand dollars in my table top, spray money on ma bitch like swimming on money, cocaine codeine gat my rite mood, best mood you can find a young nigga, like u no im a young rich nigga, Gucci bag on my hand to kill the show, she like what i said, cuz she looked at me and gut fed up, bitch try na seduce me so i was tuned to the fuckin mood, bags of money, kept dripping like honey, smoke too much weed to kill my pain becuz am about to tro money like rain, i know you are the kane in d game so i fuck u at and gat the fame, respect my dick, don't cheat on me, i gat u, n u gat me, make money to always that's how it gonna be kiss my ass two timee and change your life, I don't know what is wrong with with me anymore, i think im sick in my ass, take some pill make me act and work like zombie you no you gat the zombie work so that it hahahaha