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pac div - grown kids syndrome lyrics

[verse 1: like]
listen, she say i’m gone a lot she cry i’m never home
she thinks i’m out cheatin
she swears i’m tryna to bone she’s losin trust in my
she goin thru my phone she makin fake pages i had to
change my code she ride by my house she sniffin dirty
clothes she be like “like i know you be out with them
thirsty hoes” i’m like you buggin out i ain’t concerned
with those i’m tryna get this bread i’m sick of workin
lowers she say i work her nerves
i make you nervous oh ok, that’s cool i see you later
gotta work some more i’m on this paper chase it’s
nothin personal but what you offer me is less than what
i’m searchin for she talk a lot of sh-t but it don’t
hurt no more she gettin fat tryna blame it on the birth
control told her plain and simple this ain’t gon’ work
no more i got money on my mind you ain’t worth my dough

[chorus:]
money money make the world go ’round
20, 40, 60, 80
money, money make the girls go wild
200, 300, 400, 5
girl i wanna kick it but i’m tryna get paid, so i’m
focused on one thing, my paper, paper.

[verse 2: tiron]
it’s kinda funny how you said ain’t no good n-gg-s left
for the good sistas what’s really good with ya at the
start you was prayin for a goodie good but now you want
a hood n-gg-, someone with good figures he prolly could
get you sprung of the soul clubs and the clothes
guzzlin the mo’ you say you lookin for a dedicated love
you’ll never date a scrub a church goin man who’s a
educated thug it’s like your brains all mixed up ya
take all issed up but then you claim that you
independent no man providin ya cash when we at the
movies why we slide to the back when it’s time to pay
what kinda games you tryna play aim for the finer
things fame and designer frames chains and the diamond
rings names i be tryna chase can’t stop apply the
brakes maybe what i’m tryna say is…

[chorus]

baby baby baby i work…

[verse 3: like]
to get you out ya mommas house (and…)
to get your lazy -ss of that couch
to get you to close your mouth and to stop you from
yellin at me (fo’ real) just the other day you threw
melons at me but when my check came you was h-lla happy
(why?) you see what i go thru and after all this i owe
you? girl i’m still wearing old shoes hold up did you
just order tofu? that’s the highest thing on the menu
let me guess want me to pay for your friend too (nope)
this is cuttin like a ginsu knife to my soul oh you
losin control just a year ago you fell in love with the
flow now you just like the rap game in love with the
dough

[chorus]

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