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I'm on my money shit. Getting money bitch
I went from slumming it, to running with
A couple of Gs in miy pocket more I'm gonna get, nothing but coming up on some grip
When I spit that shit goes viral. Known around the globe but only dough is vital

On that Ross Geller. Fucking a bank teller when I tell her to check my balances she wants the dick
I can smell her,perfume through the glass she ate my dick with a knife and fork. Classy ass hoe
I ate that ass hole

She ate my ass hole. We eatin ass hole
Cause she know I got the best flow. Every track cold
Dead soul in a new host Makaveli the Don
Trapaveli Tha One, Death Row 2.0 yallaintknow

Multiple Ross Gellers, as many that fit the beat

I said money money money now they all want something
But fuck imma just keep puffin, on this double blunt n getting paid like Ross
Geller not Ricky Boss As I inhale I whole half oz

Every night I'm here like and what, Is you gonna do? I'm getting paid so ain't shit you can do
Above the law. Plenty 50's in a Jordan shoe box
I want it all then after that I want some more

They say I'm greedy and arrogant. I'm rich, so there you have it then
I'm sitting blowing hella hydro on a carousel
Two commas in my bank, two commas in this sentence
Made it from pushing crack and Jack moves no repentance


Every corner I turn money I burn, with no concern
Don't count the amount there's more to be earned