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first off i aint low to be put off in a low standard, got too much pride not too move things slow. money is what i want, money is what ill get, getting paid, and being in the way, not being obeyed, get killed, faded and bitches in the way, all i see is money, all i believe in is money, fuck friends cuz all they know is to betray. these paper, made someone go mad. cant go a day without wanting a tad bank, dreaming of private jets, to ski jets, luxury palace i cant stop dreaming these money made me with no ends, i cant even reckognise my own friends, trust isssues, treating them like tissue. feeling like a boss, always at the top. louis vuitton during sundays, custom made versace to the rest of the days, price is in no way. fuck it got no limits believe me seated in the throne. custome made buggatti next to my diamond model bitches around my corner, too much money made her escort me, all i see is money, all i belive is in money, cant trust in any phoneys, cash in my pockets cash in my stacks. let me pass.