Running out of money
I just spend last rack
Flip it get another 10
I'm back in my bag
6 months on the road
And then I never looked back
Running out money
Just the run up the bag
You need money
To make money
Most of don't have it
Most of us hate our jobs
Hardly find a balance
Drinking or drug abuse
Hide it from the cameras
Hide if from mothers our parents
Can't understand us
I was in high school
Pour lean in business class
Tried to pay attention
But my mind was on her ass
Little miss princess
Silver spoon
Living room
HD surround sound
Dipping in the swimming pool
Wait
Girl
I'ma pop it
I'ma go and fly up to the moon
Drop
Really up the level with it
Confirmation
Actually with it
I don't need to fake to get it
Spend it and I make it back
It's like I never f*cking spent it
Blap
It's like I'm always active with it
Paint a picture actually vivid
Drop a beat and I swear kill it
Blap
In this building I been chilling
Press record and watch me get it
She know im the mother f*cking man
10 years I been manifesting
Working at it never resting
Trying focus on the f*cking plan
Bells ringing
Nostalgic feeling
Try stack the money in the mother f*cking bag...
I was in high school
Poured that lean in business class
Counting money im already good at maths
Bitch you funny you must have liquor in that glass