LOW LIFE

Ops watchin Hoes watchin N****s playin Why you mad On that syrup

You should bring your friends I’ll bring the drugs You should bring your friends I’ll bring the drugs I done fell in love with my plug baby

I done fell in love with my plug baby

Sipping on that syrup sipping on the daily

And I’m off them pills I aint ask no cap

Now my shooter bought Margiela, now we shell out the trap Designer pills on me I ain’t going back broke

Fuck no

Got this bad lil bitch she gone give me that throat Balled up my emotions I turn up with that Fantom When I’m feeling bored it’s first flight to Atlanta Met this down little hoe that I sponsor at Onyx

And I told Pedro next week we gone fuck up the Roxy I’m lost in the hills

I’m gone off the pills

This bitch gives me thrills

Whole lot of that n****

Money on my mind, been shady Money on my mind, been shady Money on my mind, been shady

When I’m by myself I pray I make it out

And my backseat full of hoes bank account on digits

On the dash it’s she let me fuck on the

We ain’t playing no games we ain’t playing no gimmicks

Flew her in with her friends because her ass is so precious Then I put that twat on some leather Pucci

Sit back and relax got reservations at Ruchi’s

Slide through the West end tell em bring me Richie

Money on my mind, been shady Money on my mind, been shady Money on my mind, been shady