Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armani Edwards
Songwriter
Lyrics
I got money in my pocket, does that really shit?
When we die, will the greatest artist really mean shit?
Would the things I could not buy or shoes I couldn't get would have a meaning to me now?
No it's all bullshit
If I stayed on the web, my hand would still be on my dick
If I stayed with those ****, I'd be locked up or not here
Since I do not give a fuck, I keep grinding till I can't
All these **** on my dick, it's hard for me to pull my pants up
The inner me tells me that I should do that
Don't reply, don't call **** let them be
I just need some me time, save that blunt for me
I'm not being selfish, I'm just doing me
See I know I was different, these **** love to stay the same
Y'all tried to fit in with the crowd I thought that's shits lame
I'ma go home, smoke, eat then I masturbate
Fuck the world, I'm not gonna stop until I ejaculate, yeah
Can you supply, I'm demanding
Don't give a fuck bout how you dress, what can you hand me?
Y'all **** worried bout jewelry and Grammy's
I'm focused on working hard, understand me
Can you supply, I'm demanding
Don't give a fuck bout how you dress, what can you hand me?
Y'all **** worried bout jewelry and Grammy's
I'm focused on working hard, understand me, bitch!
Written by: Armani Edwards