Can't Get Enough Video (MV)

I came to do
What I aim to do
I see the bag
I got to touch
I came to do
What I aim to do
Anything you say
You gon talk too much
And you can judge the things that I might do
To get to all the places that I want to
But I came to do
What I aim to do
I ain't ever stop
I can't get enough
I'm on a roll baby
Who wanna roll baby
I got the drank
I got the smoke
I'm gonna blow baby
I got the aim baby
Stare out a scope baby
This ain't a game
I'll dial it in like this shit was a phone baby
I get it lit
On steroids with the hits
Throw my money on a bitch like I'm white boy rich
I hit a lick
And Robin Hood that shit
You Larry Nassar with the way you f*ckin with the kid
I don't mean to pry
When I know I'm not invited
But when I'm with your girl she keep her phone on silent
Ain't no need to fight
You been acting mighty violent
I don't think you want to see the team that I'm with
Cuz I run with ghouls
And they got my back in these streets
I keep my tune on repeat
Brahh Brahh you know what I mean
We don't f*ck with rules
The city a bitch on a leash
You barking up the wrong tree
I got some blood on my leaves yeah yeah mother f*cker
I came to do
What I aim to do
I see the bag
I got to touch
I came to do
What I aim to do
Anything you say
You gon talk too much
And you can judge the things that I might do
To get to all the places that I want to
But I came to do
What I aim to do
I ain't ever stop
I can't get enough
I got the game in my lap
Like it's a switch up the flow
I'm switch hittin the back
Sun keep shining through the cracks
Underground with the slaps
Dirty with the raps
Bitch I got the f*cking facts
I don't need a f*cking band
To make these bitches dance
Keep on sleepin on your mans
Til you wake you from your nap
Put you on blast
Bitch I'm a dog call me coney
I come for your throat and
I'm closing my teeth on you homie
You say my singin lookin phony
Well who got the dance floor going
So soprano bitch I'm Tony
Mopping the blood off my ice zamboni
You wanted this beef and only brought brought baloney
I bury yo ass with all your f*cking fans and
Yo ass would still be mother f*cking lonely
I did it
Homicidal when I get it
Bam Bam with the hits yeah
Bam Bam with the hits yeah yeah
I get it
Everything I want I get it
Black Cat with the wrist yeah
Black Cat with the wrist hey
I can't get enough
Money alcohol and drugs
Killing everything in sight
But I didn't fit the glove no
I can't get enough
When I play I play for keeps
But the temptation is free
It's really got a hold of me
I came to do
What I aim to do
I see the bag
I got to touch
I came to do
What I aim to do
Anything you say
You gon talk too much
And you can judge the things that I might do
To get to all the places that I want to
But I came to do
What I aim to do
I ain't ever stop
I can't get enough