KEISUN - ANY MEANS (feat. STRAEHEARTS) Lyrics

Look, hey I'm still doing me, yeah I'm doing as I please
Give a f*ck bout what you think
Yeah, aye, yeah
I'm never gonna change, you're all up in my way
Tryna give me all this hate, but this money that I make
I'm living like a rockstar, drop a bag and flex hard
We party we go hard, end up in a cop car
Money ain't for free
We get it by any means and spend it how we please
Switchin' that girl with a Glock, I don't need her
I won't touch you just don't give me a reason
Wish them well,
I'm always wishin' them well
With a Glock in my hand, I hid on the shelf
I just switched a Gucci bag, with Chanel
I'm with the clique, yea, we ballin' out
That's a fat check, uh
That's a bad bitch, uh
I just met her, but
Yeah she toxic, uh
I might stay the night but I'll leave by the morning
I got foreign hoes that lovin' me like I'm important
Drop a rack or two you know I get my shit imported
I won't stop till' my house on the hills and I stay loaded
Gotta pack a heater 'cause its a cold world
Now I'm in my bag 'cause I can't ever love no hoe
And, all these sneak disses man, you best leave me alone
Before I call out my dawgs to show you picked the wrong bros
'Cause this money that I make I'm...
Living like a rockstar, drop a bag and flex hard
We party we go hard, end up in a cop car
Money ain't for free
We get it by any means and spend it how we please
Yeah I like fast cars, race it like it's NASCAR
Take her to the backseat, she take it like an athlete
I got my goals, flood my wrist out with diamonds
And my main girl, I take her out to the islands
I ain't ever show anyone no attention
If I'm eating know my homies too it's a blessing
I need my bread up, you know I gotta count on this
And as I step it up these pussy boys tryna diss
Yeah, talking all that shit hope you best be second guessin'
Swear you so relevant, you not even in my mentions
And this Louis V wallet in my jeans subtle flexin'
And if you pull up on me I'm gon' use you as a message
And my hands so cold, bleedin' ice, Frozone
I beat around the bush, switching flows, Wick reload
I'm countin' up all my shots, I don't need extensions
But when I spray and pray my drums will bring satisfaction
And I
Ain't showin' no more love
To no one
And I
Ain't showin' to no more love
To no hoe, 'cause
This money that I make
I'm living like a rockstar, drop a bag and flex hard
We party we go hard, end up in a cop car
Money ain't for free
We get it by any means and spend it how we please