'Money In A Black Dress' Poem by MuRdA RhEE

I love that b****...She my first love. When I met her I knew she was a freak cause she didnt have no clothes on...So I gave her a black dress to wear and we went and painted the town red... Well, Im mean green cuz we smoked a lot a green with the purple leaves. I swear she like the girl of my dreams...Money...You treat her right, shell give you whatever you like, give her away and she wont even send you a kite. You'll have to build ya swag back and maybe she'll mess wit cha, but you only got a couple chances, then you'll get f***ed by her. But, she'll never cross me. Cuz I treat her like royalty... with the 45. on my side....,