MarcoMoney & 2000baby - WTH

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Money makes you happy but that shit don't buy you happiness
I was young as hell worried bout what kinda bag to flip
The ones i thought would stay they disappeared just like a magic trick
I ain't 21 but as a youngin was on savage shit
Aw fuck i left the gun at the crib i gotta stab some shit
Runnin from the pigs we got caught up in that challenger
Aye niggas work at lids they be cappin who's the manager
When i was a kid i was a dog she said i damaged her
I can't let her take no pics with her cam not talkin chancellor
Ion ever feel no love i feel the hate it's in the atmosphere
How the fuck i get these drugs on the plane it smell like pack in here
Ion even shop at Nordstrom best believe i brought the racks in here
Twenties in my pants all green look like some packers gear
Brody got a android how the fuck he get his mac in here
She think she out my age range
She like nigga you a baby
Yeah you right but bitch i bet you that this dick will make you crazy
She like how you know you poppin' bitch cause niggas hate me just to hate me
They ain't got no reason i ain't trippin ion let it phase me
I probably hit his lady
Probably took his shine made niggas shady
Ion fuck wit 12 but i still bet 100 up on Brady
She a freak when i tell that bitch to shuttup she like make me
Yeah i took L's but i ain't let em get the best of me and break me
On the freeway almost popped a nigga pulled up tried to race me
Fuck around and almost popped my bitch she keep on tryna tase me
I told that bitch that if we fuck you bet not pop up wit no baby
I told my nigga i might have to kill him if he ever snake me
I'm back to wearing white pro clubs and black adida joggies
People blew it i can't show no love tell em back up off me
Need a deal while stayin independent man someone call up Ghazi
Most my niggas known to kick a door but they don't know karate

Written by:
Damarco Williams, Jaden Locke

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