All my contacts full of drug abusers
He took one to the face now his ass look stupid
I Rock out with a .9 shoot him just like cupid
My grandma don't even know I be sparking up my pain
False promises and hoes the name of my strain
I'll sell a dream to an opp before I give em my name
Broadie said he would never change for the fame
Im like okay shit I be on the same thang
Coming through spinning shit like bayblade
Gonna need protecting cause it's gonna be f*cking mayday
Pour an eight in liter my mind going vacay
I don't even mess with homie and em he be going cray cray
Im really a money addict always want more
She said she don't suck dick pointed her to the door
I'll f*ck with your friend then I know she a whore
Cop that G37 and this hoe got sport
Just to remind myself I ain't going back poor
Got some baggy jeans damn near touch the floor
I could give two f*cks what opinion y'all formed
In case you wondering, yeah my money speak foreign
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All my contacts full of drug abusers
He took one to the face now his ass look stupid
I Rock out with a .9 shoot him just like cupid
My grandma don't even know I be sparking up my pain
False promises and hoes the name of my strain
I'll sell a dream to an opp before I give em my name
Broadie said he would never change for the fame
Im like okay shit I be on the same thang
Coming through spinning shit like bayblade
Gonna need protecting cause it's gonna be f*cking mayday
Pour an eight in liter my mind going vacay
I don't even mess with homie and em he be going cray cray
Im really a money addict always want more
She said she don't suck dick pointed her to the door
I'll f*ck with your friend then I know she a whore
Cop that G37 and this hoe got sport
Just to remind myself I ain't going back poor
Got some baggy jeans damn near touch the floor
I could give two f*cks what opinion y'all formed
In case you wondering, yeah my money speak foreign
He took one to the face now his ass look stupid
I Rock out with a .9 shoot him just like cupid
My grandma don't even know I be sparking up my pain
False promises and hoes the name of my strain
I'll sell a dream to an opp before I give em my name
Broadie said he would never change for the fame
Im like okay shit I be on the same thang
Coming through spinning shit like bayblade
Gonna need protecting cause it's gonna be f*cking mayday
Pour an eight in liter my mind going vacay
I don't even mess with homie and em he be going cray cray
Im really a money addict always want more
She said she don't suck dick pointed her to the door
I'll f*ck with your friend then I know she a whore
Cop that G37 and this hoe got sport
Just to remind myself I ain't going back poor
Got some baggy jeans damn near touch the floor
I could give two f*cks what opinion y'all formed
In case you wondering, yeah my money speak foreign
Writer: Adrian Moreno
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