[Intro: SK La' Flare] It's money, It's money, It's money, It's money, It's money. All day, All day. [Verse 1: SK La' Flare] Baby girl, what you want to do? Hop in this 'Cedes, girl, She like where we goin' to, A new life, new world, Pop that molly, we hard-body, Glocks hot as Kemosabe. He said that he wanted beef, So we fed him hollows and got it poppin', Fear and ego is the enemy, You ain't got to pretend with me, I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep, And take the bull, skin it to the meat, You full of shit, we in too deep, I do this, she knew the deet'. Like two feet, flare two time, She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee, Brought you in, I'll take you out, Ball like Tim then I weighed it out, It's no work, we sling through droughts. The life of me, I'm just hangin' out, Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch, I don't wanna see your ass layin' down, Pop that pussy, twerk some, ‘Cause most of these bitches work for nothing. Paid your dues, while you're paid in full, I can't wait to win, you wait to lose, Your mind of a failure, hate rules When you settle for what you hate to do. I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras, Extended clips shoot through your necklace, Leave you breathless, that TEC is restless ‘Cause all my children need the best, bitch! I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny, I seen the light, and you blocked it from me, But I found my way to the top, I'm comin', Got that smack-dab-base like a rockstar drummer. [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm a problem to niggas, Pop artillery, the carbonates with him, Starvin' to hit 'em, spar with a nigga, Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all in a minute. It's the ticket-dodgin' aristocrat, New bitch, whip with the system slaps, Mister SlideInAndSkimptheSack, Nigga hit the function with a pick and axe. My nigga, miss me with the bullshit, Right here, right ear got a pesto blunt, Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck? Why your bitch go down when the sess go up? Hard as armed services, y'all might have heard of him. Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up, Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers. Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes, Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the Pale butter skin, who just packed up and dipped In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips, In a stack and a grin, fuck 'em!
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