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conversations.value: Write me a song called Must Hate Money with the following description: This song was off Drake’s second mixtape “Comeback Season” featuring Rich Boy.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  I've got it made thats what I'm talking about
  Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out
  Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car
  So me and my lady can ride
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
  Grey range black Ac'
  Put a half a stack out just to get a stack back
  Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
  Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
  It started out about a boy like Hugh Grant
  Now I'm a young man doin things you can't
  But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
  I campaign hardly
  My damn chain glitter ruby red
  The type of shit that leave your hand stained scarlet
  I live it, thought you knew this
  I swear that we been through this
  Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on todays to-do list
  Cause he rollin wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
  Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
  That prometh with that sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo
  I ain't speaking in code real niggas they know the lingo
  Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single [Chorus: Drake]
  If ya'll don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
  Guaranteed if you had it to spend you would probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
  They be gettin' jealous when you paid, savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
  Telling people my image is lame, and I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
  Considering everywhere that I go got couple grand to blow man you know
  [Verse 2: Rich Boy]
  Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker
  Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker
  (so)
  I'm in that big boy 550 s-class
  I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the glass
  Pimp glass im riding new in 2008 (say what)
  I hit them hoes and send em home, you take em on a date
  That white gucci ticker let em know there's money here
  I grip the grain and sit on seats thats made of cashmere
  5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
  Bitch theres a whole lota rocks up in this powder watch
  I'm writin letters to the pen for my brother irving
  Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin
  Hotter than a bitch rock, Cooler than some ice cream
  Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream
  My cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
  If bein fly against the law bitch call the po-lice
  [Chorus: Drake]
  If ya'll don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
  Guaranteed if you had it to spend you would probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
  They be gettin' jealous when you paid, savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
  Telling people my image is lame, and I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
  Considering everywhere that I go got couple grand to blow man you know [Verse 3: Drake]
  Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's
  I dont trust you so make sure you count it all please
  And once its all there, then that put me at ease
  And these niggas just mad cause they account is on freeze
  Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team
  Its my turn, my turn like advance green
  My true religion is money, check out the pant seams
  I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
  And I just want the paper
  My momma trying to go to rome and I just wanna take her
  Im tryin to figure what the los angle is like a laker
  So I can be on beaches with my niggas in jamaica
  I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
  They hating cause my swagger at a all time high
  Shit its a damn shame homie I dont even try
  Get money mofo is all you hear me reply
  [Chorus: Drake]
  If ya'll don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
  Guaranteed if you had it to spend you would probably comprehend I'm just sayin' man (you must hate money, money)
  They be gettin' jealous when you paid, savin' everything they made, I keep thinkin' that (you must hate money, money)
  Telling people my image is lame, and I'm whats wrong with the game, but I'm feelin' like (you must hate money, money)
  Considering everywhere that I go got couple grand to blow man you know