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Hey mister how you make your money, Willie Green

All these bitches love a gangster acting like I pulled the trigger

She said that she like them white boys, I said fuck you and them wiggers

Sold my mixtapes to the teachers and all the kids in the bleachers

Now I'm laughing to the bank when they asking me for a feature

Don't feed em, after midnight I'm a different type of creature

Got bullets, they like heat seekers but I swear they'd never reach ya

Guess my type is girls that names end with tina and ita

What's the point of love when you know these hoes is some eaters

Yeah, I love her but can't trust her, never have, I never will

That's something that my mama taught me back when she was off them pills