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Featuring RBX Brand new airmax is the start, Gucci and Louie from my belt to cuff I change with the times moving up I still can’t find no one to trust Nicky on TV with Madonna, sending out a message to you Premadonas And everybody that thought Nicki was whack, Is eating those words watching Nicki stack Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand This week I smoked about a million grams Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you? Just got a new whip, what about you? Just took a new trip to Istanbul I solve equations difficult as Rubik’s Cubes Just keep your eyes open for the evening news This ain’t Dr. Dre nigga, just X cube This my life, this one time This one time, I’ma do it for the… No more indoor gin and juice, Patron, Sirock ace and goose Kush on the plate, a little yay to boose Everyday L.A. ways loose, Living like a millionaire driving them crazy Letras de cancionesBillionaire mind set, I learned it from baby Gotta use the mind frame, erratic Kurupt Model bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck Classic, passing passes, asking to fuck Flowing some Crys shard When I have my epiphany, I have file mignon Nights in Florence, Italy Walking on chinchilla rugs, villas in Greece Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga This my life, this one time This one time, I’ma do it for the Bentleys, BMW’s, Maybachs, Rovers Don’t stand behind I may back over you Classic banger, classic Bach, Beethoven Rock James Hova, pop, game over Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse I break the industry rules like fuck it This my time, for my life This one I do it for the love of money Money, a small piece of paper Do it for the love of music Music, music to get the money Do it for the love of bitches And bitches want the money I’ma do it for me And that’s what we’re fighting for, the money Fuck money! Oh, music! Bitches! I’ma do it for me, baby, baby, baby Money! Oh, music! Bitches! Fuck baby, baby, baby And there you have it, so down on the block What would you do to get your money? And does it matter, money, music and bitches Cycle is vicious But it’s all done for the small piece of paper That Caddys wait, and hate, as the almighty dollar, money Money! Oh, music! Bitches! Baby, baby, baby From Letras Mania