lOOKING

Have you got the nerve to stand there and expect me to believe that you don't want to marry my son for his money

It's true

Then what do you want to marry him for

I want to marry him for your money

Fair

I told him, count them bands up, I got it, sell me a key

And even though you see me on TV, jam all the week

I got the stupidest rich game a nigga ever to face

I got the kangaroo mind about to jump on my chain

I count a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my teens