Texty
Mind on my money
Been on it for a minute
Met lady luck
Took her out to dinner
Had to take a cab I ain't even have a rental
And all I had was rent but I spent it
I never could budget
Live like fuck it till the day I kick the bucket
That's BFV1 **** you gotta love it
Couldn't hate it if you want it
Yeah I'm faded but you frontin'
No applause necessary, nah, really it's nothin'
I'm the man, no muffin
Been fuckin' Miss Muffet but for the pie in the tuffet
But left the buffet just to beat Warren Buffet
Be careful what you wish for, you don't really want it
Tell me what the lick read, you ain't really stuntin'
I been overseas at Prix de Mies gettin' blunted
**** probably mad cause they ain't gettin' nothin'
And I'm chillin' with them bitches you been textin' but they bluffin'
And we fuckin', no discussion
We got some real G's in the room can you feel it
That's white wine can you chill it
We gettin' high like we ain't got a limit
I know you used to all that bullshit business
But we got some real G's in the room can you feel it
That's white wine can you chill it
We gettin' high like we ain't got a limit
I know you used to all that bullshit business
This is tragedy to triumph
Agony to ecstasy
I came up with everybody sittin' next to me
Why you think we tryna get this cheddar like the treasury
It could be worse you won't ever get the best of me
I'm feelin' sorry for whoever's still ahead of me
Cause now I'm head huntin' a lot of people are dead to me
This is boom bap just a couple cool cats
Been so many places that I've been startin' to lose track
With my roof back probably with my brim low
I've been on this airplane starin' out this window
Lookin' down all I see is opportunity
If it's not a dollar it don't got a lot to do with me
I'm rockin' jewelry and eatin' Swiss chocolates
We might fuck around and take this whole game hostage
I'm used to hysteria, brews from Bavaria
I paid dues now my crew's in your area
Real shit
We got some real G's in the room can you feel it
That's white wine can you chill it
We gettin' high like we ain't got a limit
I know you used to all that bullshit business
But we got some real G's in the room can you feel it
That's white wine can you chill it
We gettin' high like we ain't got a limit
I know you used to all that bullshit business
I'm leanin' like a fat chick on a skateboard
Rather fuck a real slut than a fake whore
But good lovin' make a shy bitch make noise
I'm on a binge off of Hen tryna fill a void
Large posse but we puffin' with a certain poise
Wreakin' havoc on the planet just me and my boys
That's the fuckin' plan, always was
But if you're sparkin' good bud then it's all love
I think we made it even though I'm underrated
I wouldn't trade it for nothin' keep it out of the discussion
I was eatin' ham and cheese now I'm underneath the canopy
I never seen a manatee I'm livin' out my fantasies
You wouldn't get it I don't think you understandin' me
I'm on another planet tryna manage my insanity
Wait, I got these plans to be great
I got the world in my hands bitch I can handle the hate
Written by: Azar Alexander, Houshiarnejad Bijan, Mcdowell Malcolm Davon


