Get Away

Now she wanna fuck with me (fuck with me) Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees Such beautiful company Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm seeing dollar signs But I'm still driving around in my old whip Still living at home, got issues with my old chick She blowin' up my phone hot Talkin 'bout some old shit Like, "Who's this, who's that?" Could be worse, so to calm her nerves I just tell her Roll up an L and light it, let's go to space Be my co, I'll be the pilot, let's get away Let's get away, let's get away Let's get away, baby, let's get away If money doesn't fall from trees Maybe we can make believe today All I need is company And rest assured, I got it babe Working for the finer things (finer things) Getting in all kind of ways, pennies all in my champagne Every day we celebrate (celebrate) Fuck your little funds, a million ain't enough But I'm still driving around in my old whip, still living at home Got issues with my new chick, she blowin' up my phone hot Now all I hear is womp womp, womp womp (womp womp) But it could be worse, girl, calm your nerves I want you to Roll up an L and light it, let's go to space Be my co, I'll be the pilot, let's get away Let's get away, let's get away Let's get away, baby, let's get away Money doesn't fall from trees Maybe we can make believe today All I need is company And the rest is yours, I promise, babe If money don't- B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60, welcome on aboard