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conversations.value: Write me a song called Money (Remix) with the following description: In his fifth track from Room for Improvement, Drake spits a quick verse about the financial aspects of rap Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Frank Dukes]
  [Intro: Drake]
  Southern Smoke
  It's Southern Smoke baby!
  (
  Money
  ) Frank Dukes
  (
  Money
  ) My man Nickelus F
  (
  Money
  ) Ho! It's Drake. Southern Smoke
  (
  Money
  ) This is the remix right here
  (
  Money
  ) So if you got some (
  Money
  )
  Put ya hands in the air
  (
  Money
  ) Southern Smoke
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Now-a-days you sayin' that I should go Jermaine, I should go Pharrell
  Either or my nigga, make sure you don't get shelled
  (Right) Make sure your money's right and they do a promotion well
  So you could get checks cut like Benedict in Ocean's Twelve
  This ain't Brad Pitt, I gotta admit
  I'm sick of seeing chicks in that Louis V and that Plaid shit, cause it's a bad fit
  They say my father lives through me, so this is just basically how my dad spit
  I know my cash come quick when it's sunny
  You know a girl is special if I stick with her honey
  If it wasn't for dummies chick would still have money
  And if it wasn't for money Nick would still have Skummy
  So, guess it's kinda like a gift and a curse
  To jip money is easier than liftin' a purse
  If you pick the wrong mother who'll snatch you, run for cover
  A week later you might find ya click in a hearse, boy! [Chorus: Drake]
  I, take time arrange that (
  Money
  )
  Some, kill just to claim that (
  Money
  )
  Switch countries exchange that (
  Money
  )
  You cannot get jack for free
  And my, proceeds and cash right (
  Money
  )
  There's, no need to stash right (
  Money
  )
  Got the same, four G's from last night (
  Money
  )
  You cannot take that from me, homie
  [Verse 2: Nickelus F]
  Money’s the reason my best friend got murdered
  So with that and my amounts tryin to make it just to burn it
  Milk the game, turn it to butter, look how I turned it
  No chick shall get any of dis unless she earns it
  Take that dick, put to your lips and insert it
  Where the hell is self-respect go when them checks show?
  You sleep with them anywhere, hell is your bed for?
  You always on your back, what the hell is your legs for?
  I know, walk that strip, get my grip
  That new Benz’s comin out, put some 'umph' in your switch, trick
  Plus I need rims, diamonds and gems
  So get up, do the hand job, and some head for him
  I got my mind on my money, and my money on your mind (
  Money
  )
  I’ll blow your mind all over the money that’s on your mind (
  Money
  )
  So keep my dough off your head, fuck with do on your head (
  Money
  )
  Now you really got money on your mind, nigga [Chorus: Drake]
  I, take time arrange that (
  Money
  )
  Some, kill just to claim that (
  Money
  ), yeah
  Switch countries exchange that (
  Money
  ), uh
  You cannot get jack for free
  And my, proceeds and cash right, uh
  There's, no need to stash right, right
  Got the same, four G's from last night, uh
  You cannot take that from me, homie
  [Outro: Drake]
  Southern Smoke