Girl, I've been spinnin' in circles Won't love a bitch, it ain't worth it

Gave you my heart and you hurt, damn, I did it on purpose

I'ma keep poppin' these purses Tryna forget it ain't workin

Bad words that come out my nerves And I just want 100, so 100, so 100, so 100

Run that shit up if I never do nothin' I could say, how the fuck that made a whole

Bunch of money But I was just broke, ain't gonna lie, shit

Was ugly Real to go get it, I'm grindin' from Sunday

To Sunday It ain't bout a dollar, it's a

Discussion, no time to kick a bitch, I'm running through numbers

The glizzy got a grip, it's rubber New clip full all hollow, hit his head and

Watch the shit bubble A Tapela swallow your bitch, probably fuckin

On Trosa, I'm filled stoppin' the gas, so the motor still getting flush

When we write a few glizzy's, Tucha

In the courts we got drugs, trying to get our ass to fall

Look in my eyes, you see blood, think I ran out of love

My heart turned black, I went numb No looking back, middle fingers and thumbs

I got bad habits, I'm in love with drugs Let it dissolve, I was up before the sun

And they say I'm the one, I give them hope where I'm from

Where they told me to go, where I come, you don't know where to turn

Lost it all, got it back, had to roll with the punch

Fill my body with the strongest of drugs It's too much smoke in my lungs, fuck around

I might grow me a bush, I got exotic buds And I put wax in my woods, I just want racks

And a duffel, my bitch super bad, I'm in love and

Who can imagine, who wonder, how this shit happen

They hate me, I'm laughing and thumbing Get high here, then ask to be back in the morning

Took half of a half, now I'm back out of orbit Don't ask me no questions, I'm tired of your voices

Don't need your opinions, I got it, I'm going, I got it, I'm

But I'm spinning in circles, won't love a bitch that ain't worth it

Gave you my heart and you hurt, then I did it on purpose

I'ma keep popping these percs, trying to forget it ain't working

Bad words that come out my nerves, and I just want 100

So 100, so 100, so 100, so 100 Run that shit up if I never do nothing

I can say I done fucked up a whole bunch of money

Keep it coming, your bitch gon' get slutted When she see the blues, but I bet she get nothing, huh

Cause I'm not that **** from comics No cape, I can't save her, I hit her, I'm out of there

Ready, I'm in love with dollars I count up the commas, I ran through a lot of them

Fuck that shit up, get it back You can't do that, so tell me why you talking then

Yeah, tell me why you talk Walk with them rats, so I do what I want

Stack up the 100, so tall Fuck that shit up and then get the fuck on

I did this shit on my own You don't know what it took, now you don't know the cost

Out the mud, I turn myself to a boss I'ma count up the commas, then count up some more

What you thought? Been that **** before I could talk

Run this shit way before I could walk I got racks in the vault, so I do what I want

Pop a bean, catch a vibe, bitch, let's float You know I hate being sober

I'm feeling like Keith, let it bang out his throat

Catch a opp and I'm changing the scope If I pull up, I'm taking your hoe

Go, go