Count this money I'm making some noise AMG Benz and a Brand new Porsche Le Goldmane bitch It's a kid with a voice Think she need a man But she hang with the boys I cut the grass No snakes at the door I let them eat When they slept on the floor What is your purpose Do you want more? I don't got time for a bitch anymore Hoooooooow did you get us to this place ahh uh Aaahhhhhhh never wanted to end up in this waste nahhh uh nah uh *FALLEN ANGELS SPEAK* I could telegram this bitch So all my shit stay confidential You cud cuff and love a bitch While I know she's a fuckin rental It's that Le Goldmane the boy I fix these kids that's sentimental Making sure somebody hears us So the status presidential From Armani to Rolexes AMG straight back to Texas When we make it out the gutter I won't come back to these places On an island with no hope Where every day is back to basics Only place we saw was coma Call it scenery replacement