| When the loot ended
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| And for tea, swag is somehow a pity
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| I open my wallet
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| And knock out a black limousine
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| I can travel the world
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| Or sail across Russia on a yacht,
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| But I don't need it, I want to work
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| And turn millions into billions
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| Millions, millions, billions
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| These bucks breed like hares
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| I go to the depths because of my pockets
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| She loves not me, but my grandmas
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| I love how she loves my grandmother
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| While I sleep, she counts them carefully
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| She so wants to probably leave me,
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| But I know what controls her
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| She's so dumb she didn't have a boyfriend
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| Never before me here in her eyes are my grandmothers
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| I sincerely feel sorry for her while she turns herself into a model, I'll take a walk with the baby near
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| gas stations
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| Her fine 5s or shabby Ray Ban
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| Fucking delivers me how many questions for you,
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| But I'll leave them here, under this mountain of dough
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| And I'll wait for my baby, who loves me in quotation marks
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| Millions, millions, billions
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| These bucks breed like hares
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| I go to the depths because of my pockets
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| She loves not me, but my grandmas
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| I love how she loves my grandmother
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| While I sleep, she counts them carefully
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| She so wants to probably leave me,
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| But I know what controls her |