[Verse]
Yeah, gotta get guap and you know
Gotta get to that big bankroll
Im making money and doin no shows
That boy he lackin we droppin them poles
Wrist so cold i could make it snow
That boy broke he dont get no dough
Im high in the sky when im smoking on dro
I make songs when i feel low
Off the head i never wrote
Way up layed, you'll never tote
Talk down you get peter rolled
I feel like im so cold, she act like she so bold
But we already know, that she cannot let go