Money,Money,Money
This is not the words of anesha,this is her daughter zakhyrah cooper 10year old.
Money,Money,Money you make fools of me,
using you like betting on games,can't find the
way cause I can't consertrate.Your greenish
and expensive ways don't mean a thing,not
the sweetest or thickness of you but your
badness of all mineless mess you cause
for stress.
Copyright © Anesha Brailsford | Year Posted 2009
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