Love, Of Money

Yeah, no self-control on my own Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah In my wallet, in my rib cage I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go with it I told her whether you like it or not This thing of ours tied in a knot, I can't hold it no more I don't think these venues supposed to hold venom or I don't think exposure to this cold is for a nigga, boy I don't even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys I be talking shit that it ain't English words fitting for I be in the bottom of the barrel In the studio was raised in, just consumed in my vocation That or loopy in rotation, that or- In the oven shooting movies with some brothers Youthful stupor 'cross our faces, hey, man No self-control on my own Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah In my wallet, in my rib cage I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go Knowing money go with it