Lyrics
Ayy, I need money, but my fits ain't bummy, Chain worth more than my whip, that ain't funny
Nope, not really, that's actually silly, Now that I think about it, I hope that you're kidding
You're kidding, right?
Your chain isn't actually worth more than your car, is it?
Maybe
Seriously?
How much is your chain worth?
I don't know like 8k
What, Well, how much is your car worth?
I don't know I paid like 1900
Damn, really, dude
Really?
Ya, really
Really?
Nope, not kidding, yeah, I'm living, I grew up watching Charlie Sheen, bitch, I'm winning
Ha ha ha, smokin' on that la la, I don't give a motherfuck
Yeah, they love when I rap like this
Tryna get my city on the map right quick
Yeah, yeah, Vancity-Abby kid, Why the fuck you think I act like this
Yeah, yeah, nah, I don't really think they get it, I'ma living fuckin' legend in the making
Gotta make it before we hit the Armageddon, The beginning of the ending
Boy I spit pure dope, Give the kid an intervention, yeah
I don't know why people think this whole broke boys thing is a gimmick
It ain't a gimmick, this my fuckin' life, I'm broke
Case in point, I couldn't even afford to lease this beat, let alone buy it if I wanted to
I actually stole this shit
I need money, track pants lookin' bummy Gold teeth, gold chain, no whip
Ain't that funny? Nope, not really
Well shut the fuck up, no one asked your ass, I don't wanna hit you blunt, homie I have a bag
And I'm afraid of what you got, don't even pass me that
I been on my grind, put a O in the bag, And I got a little hammer that I hold by my leg
I been makin' my deliveries, I roll on the ave, Cause I been on a mission for the gold and the cash
Full speed, I been holdin' the gas And they wishin' it would stop it, here I'm goin' again
But you know that I'm a criminal and I don't got no money
So I'm tryna stack my paper before I go to the pen
Goddamn
Bitch, I been broke, so I sell coke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I'm stoppin' this, who the hell knows? Who the hell knows