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I...Gets...Money!
Society claims...that we are in a economic tsunami, but I swear it's not affecting me. I'm hungry...I metamorph into the money monster. I gets money 24hrs & seven days a week. Ppl be sleep, but I be up at the crack of dawn. Visualizing this money...getting it... engulfing it in my palms! Having qualms about being broke & one of the misfortunate ones. Cuz, a fool & his money will depart an that's a promise from the book of Psalms. I have no pity for ppl, cuz your decisions today will be your out come tomorrow. So, if you accumulating cash: stacking it...investing it wisely: you want have to beg & borrow! But once again...I...Gets...Money! See, you have to understand the negro psychosis which is similar to the cricket syndrome. Claiming that he's balling, but in reality he's really crawling: self destruction on his own. Sure he want the big house, all the money, & all the leeches! But, don't nothing come to a sleeper, but a dream. Ain't you tired of dreaming & wishing? But once again...You...Gets...Nothing! It's part of my repertoire to be the cleanest individual in the crowd. Females going wild cuz they can smell the money scent from a mile. The apotheosis of a winner is the true essence of a Black Man like me. I can't be duplicated...dam shol not imitated, so please take heed... I...Gets...Money!...
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