Nigga I'm off the molly
Hollup
Baby, I pop me some molly
At night, I turn to a monster
Locked in the stu all day
Ain't even talk to my mama
Ain't even talk to my father
I been focused on them dollars, damn
Double c my baby
No chanel, countin commas
New bitch hit my phone like every week"Zay, what's yo problem? damn"
I don't even wanna talk
I just wanna take some oxy
Fuck up out my face
I don't wanna be around nobody, damn
I don't got no defense if they tell on me
I just walk in this booth cause they bet on me
They don't say that I'm next just to sell a dream
Take your time, put in work, it's the simple things
And I get way too guarded, but I'm screaming yolo
This is the tom ford, this not the polo
I whipped out my car, we don't mention the total
Hop in this bitch, flex, yeah
Y'all know my wrist wet, yeah
You know my bitch wet, yeah
I'm with that 95 shit, hell yeah
Stupid bitch keep on hitting my trap phone
I might throw this lil' shit in the air
If I start moving different, I'm dead wrong
At the same time, I don't even care
Nigga I'm off the molly
At night, I turn to a monster
Locked in the stu all day
Ain't even talk to my mama
Ain't even talk to my father
I been focused on them dollars, damn
Ain't even talk to my mama
I been focused on them dollars, damn