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Thank you, Reese Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh All I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs 15’s beat, wet candy paint Was out here headfirst like, "Fuck what a nigga think" All money ain't good reverberate in my brain Wise words from my momma tellin' me I should change Sold my soul to the game, I'm no longer the same Medicating wit' the pussy help me deal with the pain Open wounds still hurt 'cause my tears got salt in it Played in the streets, never thought we'd got caught in it You danced in the party, me and my niggas fought in it Dying 'bout respect, me and my niggas' authentic Threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scrapping Bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trapping Niggas tell hoes shop wit' me, they all capping Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped, it can all happen Police send a blitz, we gotta protect the quarterback Dropped a 9 in the pot, ain't get a quarter back Had to cut my nigga off he started dipping in the pack Once I lose trust in you you can never get it back, for real I sold coke on these streets, cash, weed, heroin Songtexte[?] nigga, like Rico Hustle Yeah All I wanted was the money and a Cuban link chain Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs 15’s beat, wet candy paint Was out here headfirst like, "Fuck what a nigga think" My youngin' don't hesitate, he up it, he gon' spit with that Sell a brick. tell him where it's at, he gone get it back Turn around and sold the same work right back to 'em Nigga said it’s up, now guess word got back to 'em Think I give a fuck if we beefing because I'm vegan now? Caught 'em lacking, he still breathing I guess we even now Granny say I'm a heathen, I need to do some repenting Baby momma know my secrets, she be holding them against me That's why we can never be, but she can still get my kidney If ever in need of it, she carried my seed for me We living off weed money Wasn't nobody supporting us Unexpected drought, the government done jammed the boarder up Streets full of H niggas dying tryna snort it up Stacking up the profit that I make, tryna to hoard it up Feds in the city move the trap and change the burners up Wait until the coast get clear, then I'ma run it up, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania