As I lay back thinking, smoke fills the room. Dazed in the haze as my thoughts get consumed. Food for thought, my thoughts are suspicious. Thinking of this lady who I think is delicious. Yummy to my tummy, hair glowing like it's sunny. But I'm no dummy, so I get back to the money. Temptation all around, carnal desires is the sound. But I just bat it away like A-Rod on the mound. Should my focus still be money, or meeting the next honey? I can't really decide because my mind is often clumsy. That means I be tripping, my momma would be flipping... Better get back to these bars cause these rhymes I be ripping. I do Want my better half, but it's a money bag. Cause me plus money minus girls is better math.
Somebody open the window and clear the smoke so I can clear my mind! Every time i close my eyes all I see are dollar signs! $$$
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