| Nice broads and nice wagons
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| Money talks but I’m often still candid
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| My God, it’s a purple garden, green ashes
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| Ought to be king but no Arthur
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| Good golly and barkin' at the lawmen
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| One shot could bring a halt to your conciousness
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| Blame it all on my father
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| Cool kid here is robbed of my childhood
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| Won’t you look what we do here?
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| I’ve been meaning for you
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| Everybody is cool here
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| Don’t you wanna be, too?
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| Now it’s no love, it’s no love lost
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| Tryna' spend it, run this money through
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| No no, it’s no love lost
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| I’m just tryna get this money through
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| Nice broads and nice wagons
|
| Money talks but I’m often still candid
|
| My God, it’s a purple garden, green ashes
|
| Ought to be king but no Arthur
|
| Good golly and barkin' at the lawmen
|
| One shot could bring a halt to your conciousness
|
| Blame it all on my father
|
| Cool kid here is robbed of my childhood
|
| Won’t you look what we do here?
|
| I’ve been meaning for you
|
| Everybody is cool here
|
| Don’t you wanna be, too?
|
| Now it’s no love, it’s no love lost
|
| Tryna' spend it, run this money through
|
| No no, it’s no love lost
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| I’m just tryna get this money through |