[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the devil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Bronclair]
Makin' all this cash, n***as can't get out my face
If I see the win, I'ma take it, I'm not gon' wait
Ride around wit' yo' bae
Take a knife to the bank
I'ma cut right to the chase
I feel blank
Rubber bands on my money, and I put that on my soul
I feel blank, I feel blank, like bitch, I am a ghost
My feelings, she don't know
Just admit it, c'mon bro
I be like so low, don't wanna be dolo
I like when you confide in me
Said you saw a light in me
I don't want no anxiety
I don't know what we bound to be
(Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the dеvil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motivе (Yeah)
[Chorus: Bronclair]
Got expensive taste
Got the devil on my shoulder
I got too much on my plate
Boy, you know I got the motive (Yeah)

[Verse 2: kuru]
I been runnin' 'round the city, tryna look for my new place
I don't know just why they hating, 'cause I dress a little gay
I might punch him in his face, now he don't know what to say
I might buy expensive clothes, get pretty hoes like everyday
Got new garments on my body, everyday I'm finna change
Just because I got some money don't mean I would ever change
But I had to switch hoes, switch flows, switch lanes
Your just talking out ya ass, now you don't know what you sayin'
I got new green, wear the same team
That hoe sippin' lean, this hoe actin' mean
Brand new Cuban link
And a new mink coat, but I'ma Rick fiend
She wanna fuck all on my bros, yeah, I see a theme
He ain't stickin' to the code, so we up the beam
Now you see this Yamamoto all up on my seams?
Now these hoes, they wanna fuck but they made fun of me
(Like, huh? Huh?)