Bitch I'm busy
Don't you hit my line
I'm getting money
Fuck a nine-five
Can't find the words
Express my distaste
The way you did me
We call that a snake
Everyday going outta state
We eating good
We eating that stake
Making hits untils very late
Wake up the next day still getting paid
We stay at it everyday
We not stopping
Getting paid every possible way
Buy me something
All of that talking
Still no solution
Why we talking?
He might be a genius
But look like stephen hawking
I'm with my dawgs
And we still do not bark and
Steal all your shit
After we barg in
That to me sound oike a bargain
Just listened to your song it garbage
My worst songs better than your best
I'm feeling myself I gotta confess
Change up the flow
I'm in my bag
Pull up to the show
With something in my bag
Getting money
Got me right
All these years of being down
Got me feeling some spite yeah
I'm really working harrdd
I'm in the stu every night layin them bars
Working hard
Putting in a shift
Bitch I'm busy
Don't you hit my line
I'm getting money
Fuck a nine-five
Can't find the words
Express my distaste
The way you did me
We call that a snake
Everyday going outta state
We eating good
We eating that stake
Making hits untils very late
Wake up the next day still getting paid
