Told you I ain’t playing
Ain’t no more
I’m just bout the bag
Ain’t with the show
I just popped an addy to the dome
Printing money Ricky Tan
Rush Hour sh#t how I print the dough
Feel the demon coming on the low
Yeah yeah yeah
Where I been lately
God damn I don’t know
I put these b#tches out the door
All these b#tches want my dough
Damn
I flip the switch they gone
Like I’m David Blaine
I swear these b#tches ain’t no different
Ain’t a damn thing
I go Vegas for the weekend
Blow all that cash
When I’m with the gang
I can’t do no wrong
Light it up
That mary jane I’m floating
I drink away the pain I’m holding
Pour it up
For all the ones that ain’t here
Pop it all to end the f#cken nightmare
God damn
They can’t tell me I’m alright
I would rather die
Than let ’em see me cry
Do it for the high one last time
Till I die, I
I get it
I can’t quit
Rush Hour sh#t how I print the dough
Feel the demon coming on the low
Yeah yeah yeah
Where I been lately
God damn I don’t know
I put these b#tches out the door
All these b#tches want my dough
Damn
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