Really told them to invest

Look at me now I’m just printing out checks

Where are you gunna be next

You won’t believe who said that I think it’s ur ex

I’m dead

Shordy from Brussels she’s vexed

I landed in Lisbon I’m on to the next

 Four in my cup like she said ima messs

Waking up crying she went thru the texts

Ok let’s work

Bad lil bitch in the back get turn

Make my money her bag off berk

Two more shots I still ain’t learnt

Fine as shit how you talk need work

I went to the bank they still ain’t serve

I make my money I stack off words

Like fuck this shit I just need perks

Need a bad lil bitch that low key a nerd

Need me a bitch that would count up some paper

I never liked school got me fucking with math

Went to the club n im seeing him flexing thoes dimonds ain’t dancing that nothing but glass

Fuck it I’m dropping fifty the on packs

Fuck it I hop In the whip and I blast

Fuck all these bitches they all on neck like they holding me down like I told you I pass

Walk in the room with some Rick

I don’t do pictures last time they got sent

Shordy caught me with her friend It’s a mess

Woke hungover don’t tell me she pressed

Like fuck

Got out the city I’m quick

Pockets got full I extended the clip

Woke up one morning like boom I got rich

I Forgot about you but remember a bit

She getting me tatted put pain on her hip she holding me back but im built Like a blimp

Stop getting all mad bitch I never said pimp

I stay on the move too much gas in the whip

Rolll down the window I’m sick

Forren she Spanish no caido still hit

What

Forren she Spanish I’m in

Woke up in Lona in bed not again

Fuck

Ima go do what I do

N Drop a lil track

N I wake up n im flooded with blues

Ima go put on the crew

They didn’t do nothing

 but I got the access to blues

What

I got the acces like brinks

Spend a lil bit on the tints

I got the access like brinks

I just slid in the stu so I call it a rink

Where I be from too cold

That’s ice

Mother of two wanna stay for the night

Said she from Brooklyn like dam that heights

don’t leave now but bitch I might

Like gone

They wanna put me on tracks like I swear they be mad cus I don’t even run

I got locked in the booth for a little too long

When they letting me out I get hotter then suns

I’m on this shit off a pack

Some of they bitches keep hitting me back

Ya

Ima get high off the pack

Like im making my money I been stacking up rack

Forren bitch wanting me back

Yo no savie que quedes I think she attached

Ima hop in whip like it getting to fast

Got me checking for rain I’m just walking with cash

What do they want me to do

I just get way to busy I’m counting up blues

Felt like I been on the roof

I need company whoo r these bitches they new

Ima get right on the move

Feeling like I’m really gone