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Money don't come by itself

You should know that

"Can I hit your blunt?"

I said hell no ******* buy your own sack

Four grams in a back wood bet I roll that

Till I'm in the ground

I'ma never ******* hold'back

I hope you know that

Find me creep creep creepin

In the street not sleeping

Why you praying and you dreaming

And I'm on planes and I'm leavin

Cause this money don't come by itself

You should know that

Rolling up the good

But the life i'm livin so bad

I ran'outta juice

Gave my money to the **** man

I pour up the duece

******* arround and make a slow jam

Four grams in a back wood bet I roll that

Till I'm in the ground

I'ma never ******* hold'back

People tell me "T.RiCH you ******* cold

I hope you know that

"Can I hit your blunt"

I said hell no ******* buy your own sack..

Rather count up all this bucks

Rather smoke out all my drugs

Xans make me not give a *******

The dead might just come visit us

Creep creep creepin

In the street not sleeping

Why you praying and you dreaming

I'm on planes and I'm leavin

Cause this money don't come by itself

You should know that..

Rolling up the good

but the life I'm livin so bad