All the money in the
world can't buy you love,
But with enough credit, you can attain the Status needed to
buy the right gift- for
The right person- who
will recommend you
For "Player of the Year."
But you gotta make
your hoes work
Overtime, to raise enough
trap-money to buy
The tickets to the places
you need to be seen
So that the small niggas recite your name enough
For the big dogs to look
down and start sniffin'.
And if you smellin'
good, they might
Take another whiff, and
decide to put you on
They side table- cause
they like being
First to have the new bling and
You shine oh-so brightly.
-Bright enough to
blind the fool that
Thought shit smelled
good and was
Stupid enough to
bring it in his
House where everything
he loves is- and-
Is now, contaminate
by the fumes.
So, they all have to vacate,
Leaving you in charge
of the cleanup.
And they leave willingly too, because they think
They can come back after you air-out the house
But- Little do they know
They asses is in the last stages
Of eviction because
a new tenant
Just signed the
lease and knows-
Shit belongs outside.
