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Max Richer

cash We can make a million, you can bet your ass Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of someone else's money Oh, it's Max on the sax Hey, hey

you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max

s How the niqhts went, Louis bags, Balenciagas the ones talked about By the fashion bloggers, you know me I'm in Murcielaga The same lime green as the Air Max

future for the youth There is no hope for the young Death destruction, bombs galore The rich are laughing at the poor Our jails are filled to the max

get out my way! Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh) Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight

boss And ain't no slipping stopping the tripping just popping a clip and breaking them niggas off Cause see life ain't nothing but just riches to me

Counting ten up with my shooter All of these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my nigga Posted up, yeah, front and then master child Titanium hustler, switch color, most of them rich

whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches

me run You know how we do it, beef jump into it Mafia's the gang, max out the squadron Nine millimeter team, mack 11, mobs men Who said we ain't rich