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We interrupt this broadcast to televise That most of yall are full of shit and we see through the lie I don't mean talk my shit I'm more like do or die So little homie turn it up and get the feeling right It's a vibe thanking god that I'm alive For the pain I have inside For the love in teary eyes Ima feel this till I die If I don't make it then I tried Keep your head up to the sky Lets find a heaven you and I She said she want the money not emotion The reason Jack had to drown in the ocean Like thats the notion Thats why she posting and then she ghosting Got me feeling like I aint whipping the potions And that we broken Thats some shit I think about while she choking Both of us naked and fucking yeah our bodies are roasting I be going to town it got me feeling like Odin I be counting up slowly while that pussy is soaking Tell the world that should know You don't want to be low You don't want to be broke Owe what you owe To everybody that know To everybody that don't You don't want to be wrong Start a Fam of own Yeeeeaaaah Whats your name little one Yeaaaaaaahh Grab the money and run Make the money and run Grab the money and run The shining city upon a hill Printing bill Kinda wrong when profit kills And you know she will People going to the break of dawn Plotting deals And every middle class Fully loaded on making mils But this America Make the money Find a bunny Split the honey Aint it funny Every time that its sunny I'm making money Thats why my tummies Hungry For the money Feel it rumbling Tell the world that should know You don't want to be low You don't want to be broke Owe what you owe To everybody that know To everybody that don't You don't want to be wrong Start a Fam of own Yeeeeaaaah Whats your name little one Yeaaaaaaahh Grab the money and run Make the money and run Grab the money and run O