Load Management

(E-E-Energy made this one) Make a reservation just to eat like a 15 I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich I've been trying to figure out why my cup's so dirty Million dollar wire, tell 'em, "Send it in a hurry" Anybody wearin' dirty white ones make me worried Walked through the mud in my Diors, but see, that's another story Like a nigga dumb as hell, I be throwin' up a F I'ma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest I just sent a prayer to God that they bring back the Tech If they police wanna catch me, they gon' have to get a 'Vette I told her if she love me, she'll go buy me a jet I tell my bitch I love her, I might go and kill her ex I'm rich, so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm havin' sex I'm rich, but I ain't gotta pay her for this oral sex I could turn a hoodrat bitch into a diva Nigga, this exotic, I don't know about Sativa I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland I can still win MVP sittin' out a season 12 hundred for these pants, it's bandanas in the split Once we out lookin', we ain't callin' off the hit I like my jewelry in the dark, nigga, 'cause it still hit That bust down Patek gon' look good on my wrist You can't sit at this table, you couldn't even pay the tip Your nigga mean to you, but I heard that boy a bitch Every gun in this car got another full clip I be gettin' real money, in my world, you don't exist If you ain't makin' money, you ain't never makin' sense She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint I'm a star player, you ain't even worth the bench Six hundred for this belt, I just bought it for the print I make a reservation just to eat like a king 15K on a Super Bowl ring You don't know how to hustle, you ain't never sold a thing 30 pairs of Amiris, used to be Billie jeans Shoot a nigga in his face, drop his jaw like Scream I used to be broke, I was punchin' TV's It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese Told that bitch, "Turn into a million dollars for Halloween" Yeah, I collect cars, got a dresser full of keys My buffs all white with the rose gold seats You is not Franchise, you would never make the team This a AMG Benz, it was made overseas I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-miny-moe Six thousand dollar fit, I'm just goin' to the store How you still layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho? I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more Got some head from a- Yeah, I won't do that shit no more Franchise shit How you layin' with her and you knowin' she a ho? Can't, uh, uh Franchise Can't Can't