What the fuck it do?
Ballin on a budget coming up I need the dollars cause I only got a few
People wanna holla I ain't really in the mood
We should be in impalas cruising by a view
Know I keep it real lil homie stay true
I'm Jonny storm when I hop in the booth
I feel like Pac cause bitch I got the juice
Gone watch em flock when I'm dropping the tunes
Bitch I'm on a wave of my own
Said they tryna see me gotta pay for a show
Hustle for the bread son ima make me the dough
In my right mind I don't play with a hoe
They can catch me in the cut I'm gone smoke
Don't be outside na bitch I won't go
Muthafuckers love to talk they be like the po po
Better humble down yea that man a bozo
Gas in the blunt i be out the ozone
Remember I was down didn't have no phone
Whole lotta pain in my heart I don't show
Feeling like the wind bitch I might go ghost
See me upper cutting on the game
Running till my luck is gone dry still be pushing hoping something finna change
I ain't fuckin witcha mane
Song dump like a fuckin clip gone hit when I'm touching anything
Feel a rush up in my veins
I done made a lane for myself homeboy there ain't nothing they could say
It's a must I get away
Tryna get a goddamn crib in a bit put some numbers in the bank
