MAVI LOVE, OF MONEY FILM

no self control on my own alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing my wallet in my rib cage i love love enough for comfort knowing money go with it i told her whether you like it or not this shit of ours tied in a knot i cant hold it no more ion think these venules supposed to hold venom or ion think exposure to this cold is for a nigga boy ion even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys i be talking shit that it aint english words fitting for i be in the bottom of the barrel in the stud