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[Verse 1] Mixtape so sour Industry's new tower Knew the power of love Pseudo intellectual, still rap like a thug Say your weed is from Cali Say your bitch is from Maui Say you love yourself, say the money don't drive you crazy Kinda funny how the honey laced yo' blunts lately Shit still ain't sweet, ya'll still don't speak But at least you got the cover of Vogue And the white girls know yo' name And the black girls want yo' baby And the white girls want yo' baby Hip hop hypocrisy, sold in a white economy Enchanted semantics of ghetto bibliography Keep the images of blacks all the same Keep the dollars in their pockets so the lyrics never change We got money, we got diamonds And we got money, we got housin' Where schools cut fundin', life so funny We got drafted and we got we got money We got we got money We got money