I met her in a bar, told her I make music
Bar the stupid mainstream façade, ‘cause that’s stupid
My bars by far, far ahead of today’s rap music
And I’m no producer, but I make real Arab music
Yeah, you slick, in a good way she told me
Positive mob thing, dangerous love in the city, brother
And she said her heart throbbing like Fifty’s mother
Did he utter, or slur? While he recording retro
I told her money never sleeps, ask Gordon Gekko
According dress codes dress less to impress was the motto
I was hoping on those digits like the lotto
I told her you know I don’t pull Llamas, you
Secured my strong safety in here, like Polamalu
She said, Zu let’s have fun, so I kissed her
She told me I drop more wisdom than Rev Run on Twitter
Listen, just to be with you, eyes started to glisten
I would walk a thousand miles, Vanessa Carlton blisters
I would miss you more than milk carton pictures
So pardon the lack of riches...
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