Letras
Losing all of my mind
(Greed, greed)
They tell me I'm too hard to find
(Greed, greed)
Tell me am I?
(Greed, greed, greed greed)
How can I be true if you're mine?
Don't you rememeber what opulence is?
Scratch it in my bones so as not to forget
All that I know if the topic is this
I'm top of the totem
Obama just missed
Get him on the phone
Sit him opposite this
I just want to speak
Just to talk a lil' bit
I got a few favors his office could fix
Since I made it onto the popular
List of the things that I need
I need money on trees
Like the palms of Ibiza
Then I need to go
Put me on a plane and then carve out my name
Runway lit up like lights that get bright at the show
If you think I'm boujee you right on the nose
You telling me this as if I didn't know
You telling me this as if it was a negative
I find no pleasure in going for broke
Whatever the weather
Just show me the road to riches
You drove but you froze up
Who soiled they britches?
Who moan and who bitching?
Now show me the difference
Slowly but surely
I'll show you what's missing
I know cause I sniff it
I know what that scent is
I'll show you what hole get you gold in an instant
Then go and you dig it
I did it, you get it?
Well, shit if you didn't
I won't even
Ah
I got back to the cold life
Outside I been stackin O's
Now I burn through stop signs
Ain't no red lights in my road
Why this shit too cold
Eighty below
Eighty below
Won't even finish my sentence
But where did he, uh
Where did he
Headed out back
I don't wanna fucking talk to no one
Yeah
Pass that light
How the fuck I'm gonna smoke this blunt
Off too much shit right now
All at once
If you follow me you can take anything you want
I wanna find the route
To whining 'bout my ninety houses
More money than it's time to count
Shit try me, kindly
I'd be down for finding out
What the fuck you niggas think I 'm really rhyming 'bout?
Or rhyming for?
Simon says,"Find me more"
When it rain that mean it's time to pour
That's a life a nigga never really
Ever wished to try before
I make money when the timing's poor
Your time is out
No time to pout
Untie the pouch
And find the route
We might have to hit up Tommy's house
Give a fuck about the climate
Ain't no time for drought
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga ever finding out
I digest what the pimps say
"Try me now"
And ima teach you like a Sensei
How you gon squeeze out the greed
To please your needs
Oh, please I need to see
Ibiza seas for least probably ten days
And need me a Kim K
DD's on her tits
Stay for weeks on the beach
I got C's stacked on C's stacked on me
Plus my rent paid
Can't see 'cross these tints
They would see flashing lights
Plus my piece with a big face
My keys don't exist
Bitch I push it to start it
Off E, off that gas
Got more speed than the car did
I picture the flash
Bitch the cash where my heart is
I need me a stack
When it peak I restart it
When it peak I restart it
When it peak I restart it
When it peak I restart it
When it peak I restart it