I'm on a high speed chase to the bands, I want a whole lot of money

**** ain't talkin' bout nothing, You ain't talkin

bout pape

You can get out of my way

All of my young **** shoot, lay down, spray

Shoot like Golden State

I know some **** post up on the corner

You play he gon' slump ya he shooting like Klay

Yeah you know he gon' shoot YN don't care

When I dig in that pussy she play in my hair

I let her do her dance and dream so big but life ain't fair

That ain't right

And i thought growing up would be exciting

But this shit get hard on a **** got this pain on my face and i can't even hide it

Okay I had enough, most of ths shit ain't adding up

I got my baggage up

With a down bitch and she bad as fuck

Love the smile on your face shit give me hope

Ima get paid ion care if I blow

**** don't like when you be too real **** be fake all these **** be folding

I'm on a chase to the bands, foot on the gas gotta go full speed

I ain't gotta give it my all, I can go half he ain't fucking with

Like a tortoise go slow but still winning the race

Balenci runners they not even laced

Fuck being humble pop shit in they face

Ya gon win soon, take it day by day

I'm on a high speed chase to the bands I want a whole lot of money

**** you ain't talking bout pape, Swear you ain't talking bout none

Every day it's always some

I'm finna run away like Forrest Gump

I wanna be rich like my last name Trump,

Take a baecation, post it on the dump

And I want a whole lot of money

Talk my talk i'm talm 'bout pape, talking 'bout paper

If yeen talm bout money we'll discuss it later