Gotta' sit down and talk to yourself like oh my

You gotta' sit down, to yourself and talk like oh my

When I go to sleep, I think bout' money and the gang

We all want a fortune, **** we'on need more pain

Trap out the house, trap everywhere, we ain't gotta' go through that again

I think bout' my girl, I need her out my head

I think bout' my girl, I need her right here

Think bout' my cup, think bout' the blunt, think bout' the drugs, it's there

Think bout' the music, think bout' the pain, ain't bout' to think, I'd stare

Think bout' the pain that I felt, that I went through, I'd stare

I look at the game, look at my pocket, lil' **** ain't shit fair

Since I was a lil' jit, me and money get into it in my head

Tried lock me up cause' I'm having this shit, **** I done got right in your head

I put all the problems aside and I put the chicken all right, I'm there

I put all the money on head and I got the chicken instead

Prada lenses, they sit on my head

I could swear it's that time of the year

A bossman, I be having that yeah

Real trapper, I ain't using no scale

A fishbowl, shit see through-clear

And blue cheese, I'm having that yeaaah

And I get paid to talk my shit and I get paid to walk

And I get paid to do this shit daily, Ion' care to talk

You would think I was fighting a bitch, by the way I was beating the box

I been looking for Vicodin but the Molly been scratching me, taking me off

Never sleeping, I lay with the bitch while I wait for the package to drop that shit off

When I go to sleep, I think bout' money and the gang

We all want a fortune, **** we'on need more pain

Trap out the house, trap everywhere, we ain't gotta' go through that again

Listen to this track, bitch

I go direct on a beat, Ian een' gon' say my bad

You got problems to go finish, boy go cash up yeah

I go direct on a beat, Ian' een' gon' say my bad

You got problems with no settlement, no cash in hand

I was tryna' put you down, that bitch came in my pants

Never pump fake bout' this shit, the cash stay in my plans

I'm a flooded bitch, ain't no drain

Like that's another bitch

Every time I look up, like I'm tryna' love that bitch, shit getting strange

I was tryna' love that bitch

Cash came in my way and threw another fit

Talking bout' Barry Bands, I been thumbing through that shit

Bands on bands and I can't get enough of it

**** really tender, crashing out about a bitch

I can call em' D1, yes I'm sensing it

Mixing drank with my CapriSun, like what hood I'm in?

Talking bout' 100m, feel so sentiment

She tryna' be my friend, I'm tryna' bring my m

Pen and penny pension, I told em' bring it in

Don't bring no Marilyn Manson, I'm sipping over here

When your time is to panic, I gotta' bring it in

Yeah shortcake, told a bitch, lemme' stand

She suck my dick so perfect, I just shake my head

Right off my second play like bitch this mmm

GMN shit, they always talking bout' what it was and never what it is

Walk down then I get carried away, no hook up in this bitch