Lyrics
How you gon' get rich takin' no risks
Only one life, can't waste that shit
Gotta keep goin, that's real life shit
Look at my fit, Rick Owens my kicks
Look at my side, it's a bad-ass bitch
They say more money makes more problems
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
They say more money makes more problems
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
They say more money makes more problems
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
She like"Boy, you ain't ready for me"
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
She all on my phone just tryna get hit
Niggas be fake, they be counterfeit
3.5, I'm so out of it
I'm too gone, it was loud as shit
In my head 'bout a lot of shit
Too many thoughts, I'm clouded with
You ain't gon know you can fly till you jump
He in my way, get hit with this pump
I want the blues, don't fuck with Trump
I like green, but the fit all black
Nigga wanna play, get slapped with these racks
Ain't leavin' none, I'ma need all that
I'm in the coupe, I'm finna haul ass
You ain't my bro, I gotta fall back
On that weird shit, what you call that?
Pass me the rock, man, where the ball at
I fuck over niggas, don't step in this paint
No, I ain't gon' laugh to the bank
I walked in stern like give me my pape
She woke me up, she was givin' that face
Brand new money, it's a brand new day
Better get you some, this ain't no race
How you gon' get rich takin' no risks
Only one life, can't waste that shit
Gotta keep goin, that's real life shit
Look at my fit, Rick Owens my kicks
Look at my side, it's a bad-ass bitch
They say more money makes more problems
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
Nigga, on God I can handle that shit
They say more money makes more problems