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Nothing you say is worth rapping

Most of these bitches out here straight capping

Most of these rappers out here straight crap and

You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen

I make money like a boss

Only question I still ask is, "What it cost?"

I might not ask that with one more M

Circle back a year and ask again

Most of the people I meet are straight bitches

Only thing they want is fame and attention

Fiending for the clicks like an addiction. They're itching

Talking to my wife like, "Look at all these chickens!"

I might make making money a trend

The more I spend, the more it feels pretend

Swimming in shark tanks, asleep in dragon dens

Only thing to do when you make it's make it again

It's boring

Everything important ain't imported

Limitless opportunities with every order

Money is a drug. Your thinking gets distorted

I like living large and eating fresh

Fucking on the beach, walking more, talking less

Look up at the stars - I can feel it in my chest

Feeling small like a speck

Nothing you say is worth rapping

Most of these bitches out here straight capping

Most of these rappers out here straight crap and

You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen