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Dirty Money Turned Clean

Exquisitely pouring out that classical XO Remy Martin, for my dearly departed, keep a Quarter Million dollars in the glove compartment, of my Aston Martin, got another 10 Million chilling behind suede walls downtown, in my Georgetown apartment, got Amber Rose -n- Tyra Banks ass naked, top broad modeling, spilling wine all over my alpaca carpet, threw it away -n- got that Persian mixed with elephant skin, 4 I couldn’t wash it, dirty money investment deposits, Gucci money stimulating the market, silent partners with Trump Plaza, Saks Fifth Ave -n- Target, no need for Tide pods 4 my dirty money, Chase -n- Manhattan -n- Bernie Madoff dried -n- washed it, tax write offs 4 donating legal tender 2 get The Washington Monument fixed, my muzumas thick -n- will 4ever exist, like pyramid bricks, excuse my Arabic, my bad excuse my French, 4 physically or mentally every woman in this world will cheat on her husband or wife, by yearning 4 this d*ck, so here take a sip, 4 life without money is a b*tch -n- life with it is just that more hectic, dirty money turned clean, yeah you got 2 respect it.

I love that green
See you go 2 sleep
And I stay awake
-n- live what you
Dream :-) What’s up Nakym

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