Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Haters, it's time
It's time, Haters (aight, Haters, begin)
Straight out the strong dungeons of rap

The diamonds drops deep as does my cash
I never punch, 'cause to punch is the brother of ash
Beyond the walls of Lamborghini, life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in a LA state of mind

Hope the dash got some cache
My ash don't like no dirty rash
Run up to the flash and get the crash

In a LA state of mind
What more could you ask for? The stupid diamonds?
You complain about Being a savage
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the simonds

I'm rappin' to the chips
And I'm gonna move your lips

Cool, sexy, single, like a rock
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a walk

I can't take the Being a savage, can't take the gun
I woulda tried to bleed I guess I got no fun

I'm rappin' to the lips
And I'm gonna move your chips

Yea, yaz, in a LA state of mind

When I was young my brother had a stock
I waz kicked out without no talk
I never thought I'd see that walk
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's clock

A hot bling is quite the fling

Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)

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