Advice

Got a lotta racks

If you wanna pass, baby, gotta pay the tax

I'm sippin' on a glass

Of old-ass wine, sitting first class

Planned whole shit, no days off, living

Offerin' chances to y'all, I'm giving

Blurry vision went gone, I'm vivid

Living in ma dreams, even when I ain't sleepin'

I know shit can be hard to tolerate

Stalking, but they don't follow

So you know they class be moderate

I came, but I said, "Don't swallow"

In the studio, filled with great singer

Bitches' fantasies to be some paid swinger

Wanna sleep with the boy to make hinges

Ain't tall, but the money adds 10 inches

I know what I'm doing

I don't need no advice

I know where I'm going

I don't need to know what's on your mind

I know what I'm doing

I don't need no advice

I know where I'm going

I don't need to know what's on your mind

I went big, my community changed

Stop yapping 'bout ethics — how much money you made, ey?

I earned all the gain with the pain

That why it's easy to say, "Don't call me again"

Living life on the low

Fuck your two cents, whether friend or a foe

Take it from here till Canada, the world

I ain't ever gonna spend shit on a hoe

Can't lie, 'cause I love the revenue

Fuck all them love confessions

Hate sweets, but I drink my Malibu

Making my life like heaven

Stop tryna teach me lessons

Make bread for your damn depression, ey

Let me finish my sentence

Give a damn preach when you made progressions

I know what I'm doing

I don't need no advice

I know where I'm going

I don't need to know what's on your mind

I know what I'm doing

I don't need no advice

I know where I'm going

I don't need to know what's on your mind