Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah That noise in the background, that's my skateboard That nigga Mack crazy Yeah, uh I put my shooters on they feet I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep The money turned my niggas into monsters The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord The money turned my face into a stocking Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy Don't make me turn the kid to a foster My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord Body parts in the duffel The bullets turn your body to a puzzle The money turn my bitch into a monster She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord The money turn my niggas into killas The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla The money turnt the bitches into hoes The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord I put my shooters on they feet Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze She from the hood but look like she from overseas I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun Boy, we could sell white, in Africa It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit And now I'm drooling on my chain "What happened to Wayne?"
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