Letras
Everyday I wake up, I got money on mind
Yeah this bar already gone, I need another 9
Put a rack up on my smile, you cant even pay a fine
Yeah that bitch is tryna... Told her go & get in line
I'm with kash geeked out, we put molly in the wine
Lotta yayo on the table, help yourself to a line
Bring my money time lil nigga, 'fore I do a little crime
I been on it since a young boy, did it for the vine
Fired up! smoking on that strong
Fucking on this bitch yeah, she bad to the bone
In this bitch going retarded like I lost a chromosome
And I'm stacking up 'cause I need my money long
I just popped this addy now I'm all up in my zone I'm geeking up
Now this swag I got for free, ain't pay for that shit nuh uh uh
We ain't stopping none of this shit until we get rich as fuck
I just hit this bitch again like I ain't even had enough
Better not try your luck cause we don't give a fuck, uh
Keep it where I go, move hot just like a pepper
She gon' climb up on this dick just like a ladder
Swipe a couple bands like it's light feather
Floating on this shit like it's a boat
And I got a Z in a Rick Owens tote
Matter what I do, man I'm sticking to the code
They ain't know I got Helmut Lang all up on the coat
They ain't know
Got this bitch, falling for the swag just like domino
Flip the re for like double of the price but they ain't kno
Fuck you mean, that I cant be in this spot man I ain't know
We be busy chasing bags while they busy chasing hoes
They ain't know
Heart rate down off the lean I be zoning out
Satan tryna get me and finesse me with his loaning out
Ten demons on my case, my angels got em bugging out
Steady in my stepping these man creeping round & holding doubts
Agents on my case I feel like neo when I scrap em
No caller ID sending threats thats a problem
I cant move all shakey I got angels I got watchmen
They coming for my soul so keep my guard up I cant soften
I got links in crazy places in my super suit like frozone