[ Featuring 6hrslater ]
Saving all this money, ain't change my glasses in a year or two
I've been nodding off when you talk, just know I'm hearing you
I am not a junkie, but the pressure make me feel it through
Yeah, I know she cool, but she a hoe, can't take her serious
Lenses in the box, they at the crib and they collecting dust
We been moving punctual, no way that you correcting us
I hate a hoe who brag about the time that she done set him up
And we can all agree, you look a goofy standing next to us
My brother had a cougar clip before he shot the X-rated
I could leave a hundred with my coolest bitch, she'll never take it
I know that this hoe is out her mind, that's why the neck crazy
Aaron Rodgers, healthy for the season, hope the Jets make it
I could put a million in your pocket and you'd still be broke
Man, if he was real, ain't do me wrong, he'd prolly still be bro
Got up off my ass to get to grinding, what you chillin' for?
She love to keep the memory for herself, then take the picture, hoe
Fightin' off this pain, man, it feel like hell rising
Feds keep lurking, we can't even L ride it
All my brothers keep on serving, man, it look like Shell profits
Wonder why they never happy for the shit that I accomplish
Walked up out the house today, I'm still Polo'd down
Ya next one f*cked you over, baby, who you callin' now?
It's hard for me to trust, I'm thinking, "Who gon' hold it down?"
I keep a small circle, whole team gettin' money, we make reservations
And it don't matter what I do, I know they extra hatin'
And I ain't worried about these hoes, I know my exes hatin'
I can't be ya shoulder lean, but you can put that face on me
I need a major league hoe, when I step in, she keep the plates loaded
Smokin' woods, it's Russian cream, I got exotic flavors
I got bitches who wanna f*ck me, but deep down, they haters
She only feel me 'cause I'm out here stacking up this paper
She like a guy that like to walk around and clutch a laser
I like to kick back, don't ever call me lazy, bitch
I'll have my sister kick your ass, like, is you crazy, bitch?
You like a blunt that hit & pass, you must be lacing it
Cause after I'm done, I swear to God that I'll be fading it
I walk around like I'm gangsta, 'cause I know I am
And I don't got no time for talking, I'ma show that man
Put the gun in his mouth before I kill him, he gon' taste the blam
Told him I won't kill him for some money, but then my brodie smoked a man
It's alright, we gon' cash out on another check
I'm with my brodie every time I'm hopping off a jet
Sipping on that dirty, lately I've been pouring up the tech
You think I'm with Tech N9ne the way them bullets out here starting to spit
Me and Six, walk up in the club, these hoes is feeling us
Peeped them in the corner, they was whispering and grilling us
We was down bad, now we feeling like a million bucks
Knew we had to hit the first one like a Bentley truck
We gon' have to get 'em crossed out like we gon' wet 'em up
We already talked for too long, I think I did too much
Cause in my head I'm thinking of new songs and counting up
And how I'm boutta go and get a bag for all the people lost
