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[Intro]
Yeah, money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, still thinking like a n*gga broke, yeah
Cookin Soul

[Verse]
Uh
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, still thinking like a n*gga broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope 'cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away, she gon' be a ho today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin' out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary sh*t, they felt it in the air
Them b*tches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture, baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no ho sh*t
Three Rolex's, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son, who paying for this?
[Outro: Truck Turner Sample]
We didn't come to this dead son of a b*tch's house to be comedians. What the hell is on your mind?
You lookin' good, Blue
The Lord himself couldn't look better
I'm rich. I have money. I'm cute. I'm handsome
Now what the hell is on your mind?
Let's sit down and talk about it
I'm already here, b*tch