[Intro: ATM]
Bih
Yeah yeah

[Hook: ATM]
I keep that AR inside of my trench coat
Better cast your mind around my words yeah I am the best vote
If you run up on me swear to god you turn to french toast
I just let my money talk for me I don’t even gotta do a boast

[Verse 1: ATM]
I barely gotta handle my business
Y’all still be all on that simp shit
Roof on my windows tinted
No time to be in my feelings
My money be touching the ceiling
My money get higher than buildings
To be honest it is what it is
Take a hit just to give me a lift
I know that you can’t handle this
Yeah
Now that I’ve gone in so deep
I don’t have timе just to sleep
And I’m still asking and just asking myself, why?
Like how do I keep realizing this lovе'll eat your mind
But soon we’ll be locked up and I’ll be easing down your thigh
Sometimes I mix it up when I wake and put on Vetements
But it depends on when I check my phone see what the weather is, Yeah
I’m tryna go way back in time don’t mean to reminisce, Nah
And if you give me your time don’t tell me that you needa stop
[Verse 2: Finesse]
Man this shit don’t seem ideal
Making money since the fetal
Only time heals
I’m living life like living always been illegal
Where do we go when we float off in our dreams?
Living life limitless woke up in a limousine
And I could tell that she digging it by the way she look at me
And I could tell that she feeling it, feeling me is destiny
I'm never coming in last, I come in first place
I can tell they fucking with her head up in the worst way
If you not spitting facts then stay the fuck up out my work space
I've been through worst days, wake up beat the court case
Chasing what I couldn’t imagine
Breaking all the bad habits
Do you believe in magic?
I woke up in a mansion with my baggages packed
I smoked like half of the rack
I need my bad bitches back
Fabric listed on the tag
I can’t leave the house without necessities
One year trip we travel, we hit like ten cities
I’m pushing harder and stronger that is the best in me
Will I be graded when I die ‘cuz life’s been testing me?
Aye yeah
Life been testing me
If I fell into a pit of fire would they rescue me?
[Verse 3: Distress]
See I been stuck in this crib n***a's know what it is I’m bouta' get outta pocket I leave note for I dip
I’m on two shots Patron
I’m gone can’t leave the zone
Who knows how far I’ll go?
What’s next I ain’t alone
I need that gold plated 'Rari so n***a's could find me I’m talking 'bout that one of a kind the first of the time don’t need no perc' to cough up a rhyme like others in line
These n***a's see that bust down two tone
We be dripping
We 'bouta hit this club, pop a bottle and get to sipping
If you trippin we dipping
We quick wit decisions, I hit wit precision
I’m on a whole 'notha level
They can’t catch up to me
When 1300 start spittin
We aim to own the beat

[Hook: ATM]
I keep that AR inside of my trench coat
Better cast your mind around my words yeah I am the best vote
If you run up on me swear to god you turn to french toast
I just let my money talk for me I don’t even gotta do a boast