I can’t feel a way
Everybody seems the same can’t complain
If you feel the same you insane
Tryin’ to ice out all our wrists cause I love it mane
Can’t get rich while you worried ‘bout that bitch, hmm
Can’t get rich hangin’ with them counterfeits, hmm
I need riches ain’t worried ‘bout other shit, hmm
Make it flip I ain’t worried ‘bout making sense, hmm
Cut ‘em loose, Drop ‘em down
Drop ‘em down can’t have ‘em ‘round me
Drop it down baby bitches ‘round here phony
Pull up show you how to make all of the ends
If I drop the pin shawty don’t you bring no friends
I call up Nam and for sure he gone make it flip
I just took a sip before lift off and leaned in
U.S. in recession, Don’t resus ‘em
They gone need to learn them lessons
They ain’t listen to them lectures
Drive by M3, know you seen me
Dreaming genie won’t stop ‘til you see my will on TV
Ain’t no sleep, ain’t no sleep for me
I need bands bust, bussin’ out my duffle seems