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Money


It's not the time for love Gotta get that cash I make my own way Now, I can't just eat and hang out Waste of time I can't spend this golden time for you If you're painful, that's youth For me, time for sick is just Waste of time There's no time for love The winter is coming, I'll make my mother wear a leopard coat I'll beat you, I'll beat you You can't foresee my future I do commit my whole time Though you are sullen, Sullen you can't help it Right now I can't take your love Right now I gotta get the phone I gotta get that money It's the success for myself and future
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