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I don't want to be the Man
I just want to own the building he live
he live in

Dollars with my faces on them
living to pay strippers to slide my poles
damn we living broke but I chase the dollar life
MO'MONEY MO'MONEY MORE
us currency got me death upon
reaping my soul


I saw
Whose to marking
whose marking
Whose to marking them bills
whose to marking
whose to marking them
Whose to making those thrills

I met a old man begging for change
saying spend while you got it bruh
nothing will change
So I press own
dropping cents till he nodded go on
so I met another who believe
nothing better than a fast thrill
saying I be 24/7 open holes forreal
pay me a toll I'll let you stick for free
longer your wallet got greens
I aint talking soul food
don't be a fool
when the money gets you
spend while you gotta bruh
be a provider
women need finances making it drizzle
if you cant pour rain
dropining in labels like
banks of amerikkka

I say whose to marking
whose to marking
whose to marking those bills
I saw
whose to marking them
whose to marking those thrills

I need money like 1st-15th
joining service  for green
pay enough I'll sell my soul
but money brought evil
I need paper like disability checks
automatic pleasure
dead presidents having me
chase what I wont never grasp
but money brought evil I guess I'll be
the first to grab whose to marking whose
those life insurance wills

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