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Black Lab All The Money In The World

money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money can

and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, cola, soda, skull and bone crossers It's all poison Ecstasy

Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all

my black tee All in your house searchin' For bricks in my black tee I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt Black mask on my face leave all y'all

that I hits the scene I hit the spot and rock I gets the green Yo listen money this is all I do Bag chicks stack chips road trips with the crew We world

goin' inside of my thinkin' cells We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches Look first comes the money the power then the (?) They all will bring

tell ya man He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man You, walk up in the joint with me, man It's all real, yo, what up son? Yo, hold the

a black nigga down a hole like 300 Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas

heart, when you see the gift we think big, A-L-C we get right [Evidence] Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line yo money never slept that's