Lyrics
Uh-huh, uh-huh, EJ Stellar
Yeah, uh, yeah
I stopped crying, and I got right back to my money
Huh, can't name a nigga that's fye like me, that's just how I'm coming
Late at night, I count my dead man's with Perky's on my stomach
No excuse, you get what you put inside this shit, act like you want it
Drop a Xanax in my cup, yeah, just to change the flavor
I'm thinking the people I love tryna kill me, I been waiting
Ain't no such thing as too much bread, shit, you gotta take it
Ain't no such thing as too much head, baby, why you waiting?
I'm in my mode, I'm in a different bag, this shit getting outrageous
I'm sacrificing all my time to these bitches and to my babies
I know snitching at an all-time high, these niggas dangerous
She say she know like every song, so she gon' fuck me like I'm famous
I'm on way too many drugs, but it ain't never too much money
And I'd rather take the hate, I don't like the way you love me
I got a shooter, and you got a shooter, but is you gon' bust it for yourself?
I took a pill on top of my pill, I ain't even thinking about my health
I only trust the nigga I see inside the mirror, that's myself
Long as I up the stick and I blow this stick, I don't care about nothing else
This shit get cold as hell, but this heater, right here, fuck around make you melt
This shit get cold as hell, but this heater, right here, fuck around make you melt
I stopped crying, and I got right back to my money
Huh, can't name a nigga that's fye like me, that's just how I'm coming
Late at night, I count my dead man's with Perky's on my stomach
No excuse, you get what you put inside this shit, act like you want it
Drop a Xanax in my cup, yeah, just to change the flavor
I'm thinking the people I love tryna kill me, I been waiting
Ain't no such thing as too much bread, shit, you gotta take it
Ain't no such thing as too much head, baby, why you waiting?