Chris Travis
Fabio
[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Money all i think about
Its like that i dont care no more
Bitch i could love you
But im runnin in and out the door
Im just having things getting things right before i go
Still im so young all ahead of me is fucking throat
N***as hate on me but i used to be they idol tho
Mr roll man so yo bitch call me fabio
She be gettin wet when im coming out the audio
Chris travis smokin thirty blunts on her patio
Why you n***as mad but yo bitch want a cameo
In between her legs like a motherfucking underscore
Boy i been a man need to check my portfolio
N***as think they famous but they [?] don't match they ratio
N***a you can't handle it you might as well give me that
N***as want to brawl beat his ass out his bucket hat
Once its coming off he won't ever ever get it back
N***as talk shit but they pray so they get attacked

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I smoke too many blunts to clear the river of my thoughts
And im not from chicago but i do not fuck with thots
You lame n***as tryna be someone that you not
Just take a deep breathe my n***a cause you need to stop
And i be getting so high that i can't keep up with the time
And i be getting so high cause i can't deal with these lies
A n***a disrespect get his ass beat out his mind
Its crazy how you talkin tell your ass get demised