(Intro - Beat drops, heavy synth bassline) Verse 1 They said love was the currency, thought my wallet was their only friend But real ones know the grind, that's where true appreciation begins Damn, I could be on an island, loading yachts for a lavish stay But then who'd run this empire? We built Wellington House, come what may Yeah, we're on the other side, watch how we elevate the game. (Chorus - Driving beat, strong hook) 'Cause I'm running to the money now, yeah, straight to the wealth She got that Kush in her tummy now, focused on her health (and mine!) Could've quit like most at 32 different styles, But I kept a high fashion sense, been fly for miles. They see '33 square,' but, bitch, we never settle for square, We just in the square, stacking up, showing them we care For the paper, for the progress. If I'd heard the haters' loud-mouthed shouts, Where would the dish and fry-pan fly? To nowhere, stuck in droughts. 35 is my favorite, keep the tummy clean, lean on me when you're down. Verse 2 Tropicana, Cancun, that's the posture on my wall "Boys to Men Soon" patch stitched deep, my jeans stand tall, swear. Swear, oh yeah. Diamonds in my cuddy, glimmering bright, a heavy score, My curry's on point, makes a good putt, I own the floor. Play golf like the air's pristine, clean with every swing, Stay close to the Saturday G5 gates, hear the engines sing. Champagne popping, beating campaigns, no need for the run-around, She opens her legs, that's my lunch, a feast, a sacred ground. Verse 3 Snakes in the grass, and she, my queen, tells no lie, Took many acres to train, focused on just one prize in my eye. She's my love whenever I'm in too deep, when the stakes are high, Whatever happens, they won't catch me in Milan or France, no alibi. I keep my bags close, my paperwork tight, my freedom won't run, Breathe better at 33, straight moving people, keeping them blown by the sun Of our success, by the storm we bring. (Pre-Chorus) So tell me what you want, what you truly desire?repeat x3) Love Verse 5 I dropped 50k on a Rollie, she's with me, she ain't even notice the flex, She pays full price, no hit list, no hidden texts. She likes it wild, like a rodeo, no one else gets this access, When I'm sky-high, my chosen few, my mind expresses The desire, she wants to lose herself, pray for this intensity, I don't feel nothing but the moment, no going down, not in this density. "Fuck that squatk" we keep it A$AP, united and true, Could've fallen off, but I stayed real, passed the black mamba on the hill. Liberia ain't Onehunga, different struggle, different drill, We're on Nick at Nite, always reaching, learning, filling the spare quarts, Hum duu Allah, for all the blessings, in all reports. Money stays chopped, no rich fools taking from us, from Frenchy breakfasts to Greek feasts, No saving face, no fake paintings, these bitches always busy, a beast On the scene, eating "Riri" if she's fame-hungry, I get crazy for that raw, authentic vibe, But they don't spea

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