Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
K Suave
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K Suave
Composer
Lyrics
I don't know how much money I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it, but he just rapping
I step on the work I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you run out of money, it's hard to manage
I got your bitch in my spot dancing
This a rockstar life, ****, Marilyn Manson
Yeah, they don't want smoke, cancer
I got too many vibes running 'round the mansion
I know these **** fake, they switch up just like [?]
And this Margiela fur, guess I forgot to mention
Yeah, hold up, I'm tripping
These **** ain't on shit, they bitches
Gun 'em down, light 'em up like Christmas
I'm with some real right ****, they dripping
Yeah, I'm being real, I ain't playing with you
Getting money was part of the plan, ****
I been fly, get 'em focused, they pay attention
And I'm getting paid, lil' bitch, so I can't pay attention
Keep 'em close, but no, I don't play with bitches
I'm too fly, these folks gotta pay for pictures
I took his ho 'cause she know that a **** different
Yeah, I'm getting money, no, I'm nothing like you ****
In the back of the whip with your wifey, ****
Smoking exotic dope, I'm getting high, ****
Yeah, all my partners, they play with the fire, ****
Run up and try this shit, I bet you die, **** (Okay)
I don't know how much money I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it but he just rapping
I step on the work, I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage
Written by: K Suave
