Money comes money goes
What goes around comes around
What’s the weather now?
I think it’s raining money
It fell in stacks I’m counting it
I’m like Floyd Mayweather
I pack it in my Lambo
There’s far more than 50 cents here
If a man robs me it will be his greatest treasure
If a girl comes with me it will be her greatest pleasure
I make it rain
I make it rain
My room is flooded and my girls insane
They say money doesn’t make you happy
I don’t know
I’ve always had it
It was in my mind
Soon I grabbed it in my hand
Bruce Lee
Muhammad Ali
Masters at what they do
I can compare them to me
If you dream of beating me wake up and apologize
Consider it a nightmare. I’ll turn you into a mare
My first car was a Cayman S and I loved it
It drove itself maybe cause of all the ass I rode in it
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