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[Chorus]
My money go dumb, I got stupid cash
I took seven Benzos, I think I need some help
I'm in Argentina, the Ramones in NYC, ah
Life's sad, sorry, that's how it is
My money go dumb, I got stupid cash
I took seven Benzos, I think I need some help
I'm in Argentina, the Ramones in NYC, ah (NYC)
Life's sad, sorry, that's how it is


[Verse 1]
My money moves on its own, poltergeist
I go dumb on stage, Frankenstein (Wah)
I'm cute and blonde, Seven Kayne
Beer belly, Heineken
Everyone wants a bite of my cake
I go out and get treated like a Rolling Stone
We get to your place, ding-ding-dong
My shoes cost a Dom Perig—
One for the money (One), two for the show (Two)
Three for my whoadies, ready for action (pow-pow-pow)
All I want is sneakers and weapons (Choo)
Money and power, and a bitch with septum ring
Another city awaits, let's go, hmm
I got connections like redstone
Rappers want me on their Death Note, ah (Death Note)
No way I'll give myself away, I gotta lay low, hmm
Shorty look like J-Lo
My money long, bitch I call it Jake Long (Money)
Dillom got dough like Play-Doh, ah (Like Play-Doh)
Get them nude like Playboy
[Chorus]
My money go dumb, I got stupid cash
I took seven Benzos, I think I need some help
I'm in Argentina, the Ramones in NYC, ah
Life's sad, sorry, that's how it is
My money go dumb, I got stupid cash
I took seven Benzos, I think I need some help
I'm in Argentina, the Ramones in NYC, ah (NYC)
Life's sad, sorry, that's how it is
My money go dumb, I got stupid cash
I took seven Benzos, I think I need some help
I'm in Argentina, the Ramones in NYC, ah
Life's sad, sorry, that's how it is

[Interlude]
Ah, ah
POST MORTEM
POST MORTEM
Ah

[Verse 2]
I ain't have dreams, I have plans
I've got no enemies, I've got fans
I get named and I show up, like Bloody Mary
I chase everything in my life like Tom & Jerry
Revenge is sweet like flan with cream
And I seem to be serving time
I got a magnet for the bad
And the good always takes long, or doesn't come
I might be in a crisis sometimes
Maybe got a fucked up psyche
But if I have to get my hands dirty, I do fisting
When the coast is tense, like a face lift, agh
I got a couple kids, gotta throw a baby shower
For us all day is happy hour
No one use to come to my birthday
Now everyone wants to come to my birthday
When I talk I don't get interrupted
I like it 'cause it makes my world fall apart
Been living in uncertainty for years, ah
I hope it doesn't become a habit of mine