My mind rushin no chris tucker
She wants to be my only but nigga I never love her
Never trust her
Trust epitome of frail features
Her heart race fast Nas I aint talking ether
She can go and lie because she could have met another
So I only give my heart to the wrinkled bills
They remain bitter just like my hearts chills
So should I never have to worry bout anything
Money is dead trees demise in my pockets
So is it really worth money over everything?
I see Dead president’s nigga Bruce Willis
I can’t shake the sight
Dollar signs in my eyes always stay imprinted
I see green like that little ball shoe tennis
Call me Dennis my nigga I be a money menace
Tell me what is wrong if money is the only right?
But this right is always darker than the fuckin night
And all shit done in secrets always comes to light
You niggas Too Eager
To sell your soul to the grim reaper
Happy
Until you meet your maker
Keep my morals dreadlocked Caribbean Jamaica
Take a Dose of truth from your heart
We know the future before we all die
Cuz we know that life’s a bitch from the start
That’s why when we are born we all cry