[Intro]
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man, I—

[Chorus]
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—

[Verse 1]
Rockstar, got a beamer (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm woke, you a sleeper (Sleep, bitch)
10 chains on, Grim Reaper (Grim)
20 years old, don't need a feature (Uh)
Call her up, I'ma meet her
With your bitch, two-seater (Two-seatеr)
I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, you get a seizure (Skrrt)
I lovе her, yes, I love her, think I need her (Think I need her)
Diamonds on like a freezer (Blaow)
Cold moon, I need a heater (I need one)
They talk all this shit, I don't feel it (Talk, talk)
Me and Gud, bump, bump Weezer (Bumpin' Weezer)
Sippin' medicine by the liter (Sippin' medicine)
I got white pills by the meter (Pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills)
I don't give a fuck, you a weeper (Wah)
Tryna buy my swag, bitch, I'll switch it up (Switch it up)
First my medication, sniff it, yeah, I sniff it up (I sniff it up)
Fuck my health, I don't need permission, bro (I don't)
[Chorus]
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—

[Verse 2]
I got gramps comin' through with extra bands
And I'm clean as hell, I got money on demand
MC and beer on my hand like a fucking stamp
I got tattoos on my neck, catch a bitch like ash
Never coming in my stash, bitch, you did a blast
I got stupid plans, stupid molly, stupid racks
And my racks look like Powerpuff Girls' masks
I'm in the zone, yellow Gucci bags, running laps
Drinking lean on the flats, got a Jason mask
On this fucking face, knife in my fucking hand
[Chorus]
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man
I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—
I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone
I got bitches on my phone
And you know we do it long, like—