Swear money like a bitch she always come and go gotta lie to these hoes swear my hearts cold swear she gotta know I built this from the ceiling from the floor if they talking money swear we always talking mo throw the money in the air give a Fuck about a hoe leave her in the dirt kick her out the door swear she a hoe can't even tell her I be on top of bread like mold swear to the game if these haters talking shit they getting murked killin em softly is the only way they learn gotta earn some way gotta burn this money some way gotta get a bag live free no tax live life trill all facts keep pounds keep packs keep grands keep hoes keep gats the only way to stop this shit is to kill da man all these bitches I swear they wet as a dam all love all fam all I see is the money in my hand they tryna call me blind cause I only see what I am can't see the bullshit it's all part of the plan can't see the haters can't hear the haters they all dead to me now dead prezys in my hand I swear I'm gonna throw em all up and watch them hit the ground don't need a pole only smoke I need is the green in the stoage my chips I swear they taste bold life's a gamble why would I even fold this shit ain't a joke chefing up the work In the kitchen u can see me put the powder in the dough haters orders on hold i would stare u in your eyes just so u can see my soul just to see it ain't sold