Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Riper than italian rye
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Turn money into diamonds and gold
She can make a pimp fall in love
Rollin that devils lettuce
After the gold prize when i get it you bet ill treasure it
No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit
I wanna rap for my fans so fuck the loot
Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead
Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg
And diamonds last forever
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her
Educate and create a way to hide your treasure
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