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Ok I can't buck my tough luck
 Just upchucked my damn lunch
 And dipped the fuck up, out fore they made me wash the dishes
 Can't afford the check, till my bets make me business
 If I don't pay the bookie I'll be swimming with the fishes
 I risked it, I chanced it, my eggs in two baskets
 It's gon' take years if they ever get to hatching
 Got debts and finances, despite my work ethic
 The banks the only one that gives me credit
 Plus I got a girl that I gotta impress with dates
 Another girl with expensive taste
 And none of them ever say "let me pay"
 Can't fuck wit em if you got empty plates
 In the city of Miami, what you expect?
 Where you pay for sex, with extra steps
 Expensive clothes, shape up, new car
 With a made up job that don't make no sense (Ha!)
 Boy you ain't motherfucking brilliant
 Father please, may I please, pray I make a million
 So I don't have to stress about finessing all the time
 And I can spend on dimes instead of smoking dimes
 Money's the motive
 Motive for the madness
 If you don't agree, that because you don't have it
 Stunting when you know you broke is a habit
 Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
 Money's the motive
 Motive for the madness
 Up up and away with the money for my taxes
 Stunting when you aint got nothing is a habit
 Can't secure the bag without the baggage
 I'm tryna post up (Can I please?)
 Smoke up (Wait a minute)
 Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!?
 Post up (I need to)
 Smoke up (Can I please?)
 Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
 Post up (Can I please?)
 Smoke up (Wait a minute)
 Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!?
 Post up (I need to)
 Smoke up (Can I please?)
 Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
 Martha, taught me everything I know
 Martha, taught me how to do blow
 I used to tell my dealer I would pay him back tomorrow
 But I'm stressed, cause I got the IRS on notice
 My pockets light like McCauley Culkin
 Empty like a home alone and yeah, my pockets noticed
 Yeah my niggas notice, but my bitches don't know this
 Paid the check and gave her tip, ain't that shit a bonus?
 I just got a notice about unpaid shit important
 My bankroll been ignoring so I hope they don't foreclose it
 Cause I fuck foreign bitches on the floor, they imported
 Currency exchange, I think I can afford it
 I got an empty bank account, but a loaded nine milly
 That'll solve your problems in a minute
 Made me run out of hundreds, so now I'm throwing fifties
 Ain't that a bitch, how I go broke over some titties
 Post up (Can I please?)
 Smoke up (Wait a minute)
 Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!?
 Post up (I need to)
 Smoke up (Can I please?)
 Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket
 Post up (Can I please?)
 Smoke up (Wait a minute)
 Hol up, what's in my motherfucking wallet!?
 Post up (I need to)
 Smoke up (Can I please?)
 Hol up, there ain't no money in my pocket

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Duration
03:25
Key
11
Tempo
154 BPM

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