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Bitch cold, I sweat dairy clean rosed up Very clean, spur flew over, she got caught up in them wangs We gonn turn a couple corners Talk about a couple things, preliminary wing great I'ma let you hit the weed, once we on that interstate I don't be smoking on them streets The traffic lights will have you in the jam with the man I ain't spending every minute, in the can of scotch mold Tryina spend a hunned grand I know how to show you how we can get it spinning again Gone in the wind, gone with the ones who win Them boys is grown men, bullshit is what I'm spitting So bullshit is what you getting when you make a decision, now listen I see them niggas faking, cause I'm high I'm slipping They gonn knock me off position, but why Cause a nigga be riding nice cars fancy clothes Naked hoes and mansion homes Got a lot but still we want more There's one thing you can never have it Too much money, too much money, too much money You can never have too much money, too much money, too much. Aus Songtexte Mania