Letras
True time, yeah
Girl you're fine
Yeah
Whoa
I wake up with that money on my mind
Know I gotta drip all the time
Keep a freak and she fine
Told her do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
She in my DM's all the time
Told her do it for me
Looking at the Roli in my time
I remember I ain't have a dime
I remember I was out commiting crimes
In my own way I had to find
Got a bitch at my door
That's a no, no, no
Sorry baby but my heart cold
Diamonds come from Nova Scotia
I told her I ain't the one
Clock my block like it's the last one
My chain shine like the sun
Send me DM's, what's the outcome
To the money, kept it running
Sosa win for the after something
I brought the bitch winning cut onion
I brought it out, splash out now leave a mark
I don't know who is a drip
Gotta ball 'til I fuckin' fall
And I'ma keep a freak here
I wake up with that money on my mind
Know I gotta drip all the time
Keep a freak and she fine
Told her do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
She in my DM's all the time
Told her do it for me
Do it for me, I got two or three
Brought the crew with me
You and you go get this D
Talking money every time I speak
Fuck her once and now
Sware to god that I'm a player
Young Khalifa keep that reefer rolled
Keep a bitch around me, but I don't need her though
And when you think about me, think of cronic smoke
I blow it by the ounce, she don't fuck and tell, her bounce
Kick the hoe up out the house
I never change, I'm still the same
You niggas strange, you ain't Taylor Gang
My hoes insane, crazy in the brain
I beat her down when I'm in town, and never call again
I wake up with that money on my mind
Know I gotta drip all the time
Keep a freak and she fine
Told her do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
Do it for the gram, not the Vine
She in my DM's all the time
Told her do it for me