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Make your money, my nigga, get your money But don't make the shit make you, now deal with that I lost a whole bunch of money chasing bitches But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that? Only time a woman made a man a millionaire Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is that? My nigga, get you a fly chick and a drop top And when she piss you off, do me a favor Hop in that bitch and peel it back I already got one All these bitches be doing is playing musical chairs With different rappers' front seats without calling shotgun Face it, you're a ho, as God as my witness That paper's my litmus I take it then I dip with it Then I wait for the result And the verdict is in Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's over Couple of niggas had to off 'em Couple of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny Oh, he's only been so quiet Cause he been spending that "Lighters" money Man, these people spend too much time predicting Was on your mind up until the time you're non-existent In the midst of all my success and my failures I'm just out here struggling Guess that's what happens in rapping When you're in your motherfucking prime
You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
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