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Men still about making that money
Women still about making that money
But I don’t even need a stunt to pull
You could take it all away, and I’m comfortable
Music: still about making that money
Movies: still about making that money
But I don’t even need a stunt to pull
You could take it all away, and I’m comfortable

I kill suckers like poisonous pacifiers
Commence the Free Bird’s return, I’m back to wire
The fire burns, earth yearns for active writers
Minus the ghost/time to close the casket tighter
Biters be floating, the glam and the spell
They getting record deals cuz they talk to cameras well
I’ll talk a camera to death, let my stamina tell
If I could only love myself, I could manage to sell
Into the spirit of women, I know that damsel well
Her name is Jezebel, she heard that I could handle wealth
And if I give her one touch, then my fans will swell
Into a larger number, hoping I can handle hell
Ring that scandal bell, cha-ching, cash registers
Money making predators, news editors
They say it’s all about the money in the bank
They’re tryna feed me like a fish in a tank

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Cops are tryna hold me up like a sandbag
I just got pulled over, over on Grand Ave
And I’d rather eat some thrown up jam
Then have another altercation with the donut man
And I’m such an idiot, old tags on the Camry
Speeding ticket, too, ain’t it dandy
Fancy a fantasy of a better world, another life
Small bills, big checks, golden butter knife
But what a price to pay just to get there
All nice things but really not much left there
I left greed in the dust many moons ago
I know so much more than I used to know
I used to flow about green Paper Presidents
And how I need money to keep residence
All in all it’ll turn to ash
No Mastercard, I’m not a slave to cash

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