Dirt poor

Need to wake the money up dirt poor get it from the floor yeah from the ground head pounding like 12 banging on the door so I hit the dash in chase of the cash your bitch I smash to many mouths to feed with not enough green so I get mean gotta kick doors down take em out doing what has to be done I can’t believe the position I’m in once again what I gotta do to win sell my soul push elbows money moving slow forget the pain let it go grow from this the shit I spit is true facts yours is like the shit my bitch drink truly wack all mines bangers yours can’t compare