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Everything I own, I bought on straight cash, son.
My house? Cash, son.
My car? More cash, son.
My 30" chrome rims? Cash, son.
My purple Escalade? Cash, son.
My penthouses in Moscow, LA, New York, Paris, Toronto, Geneva, Mumbai, Tokyo and Beijing? COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF CASH, son.
All my investments typically yield a net return of about 60%-70%. Anything less and I convert that to cash, son. I don't have time for little bitch investments.
Roommates? Yeah, I guess you could say I got roommates. Got a hoe living in each pad, ready to go 24/7.
The other day, I was buying some gum. Damn clerk was like "Cash or credit?"
I was like "Maaaayyyne. Whatchu thank?"
Moral of this stupid story. Everyone's a baller on the Internet. Everyone knows what they're talking about. Everyone should just stop telling the OP how to live his life and instead help him plan what seems to be his first murder. Never drive a mans M3 without permission.
I'm pretty sure the reason Jesus died for us is because frickin' Adam and Eve took a joyride in Gods M3.
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