Letras
People love money they done heart broke
She comes second to my money, now she hard broke
She let me beat, like a hard dough
When the money slow, man, I be hard broke
In my dreams, I never had a boss, did you?
My bitch hold my dick with two hands, like she playin' a flute
Baggin' up grams for the blues
She say I lie, but she know I'm the truth
I'm the crim de la crim, brule, chevrolet, boxed up like it's a gold plate
Poolside, at the cabana, wearin' nothin' but dolce
Freaks in disbelief, that's bruiser woof, no way Jose
Quavo, pierced navel, floral bathing suit from Coral Gables
Stallion from the stable
Somplexion maple
She don't know no other way but to play it cute
Baby, I'm afraid of you
Are you taken or available?
Never been a one—woman man, but I'm capable
That's it, that's cuz, people love money, they done hard broke
She come second to my money, now she heart broke
She let me beat, like a heart dough
When the money slow, may not be hard broke
She want me to put the tip in, neither want the clip in
I got an embarrassment of switches, got the white girl, she need stitches
Gravy Mercedes, gravy Mercedes, the gravy Mercedes, sittin' on biscuits
One man army, I'm enlisted
We turn beef into brisket
You only did it once, you ain't consistent
She just made me relentless
I gotta get it
When you do it with disease, it's called syphilis
I'm on some different shit
People test your pride, three times a day
You gon' get aggressive, or you shine away
Or get arrested, or you playin' it safe
It's a lose—lose, cuz both of them are stale
Lamar Jackson, man, I carry you to eight
You rush me
I'm running away, hitting them with bullets, and I throw it away
I live life, day by day
I live life, play by play