(Hook)
Money money i want money, all this cash im flexing so
Hunnids Hunnids, i need money catch them slippin taking some
Burn burn im out this gotti, feel like im space or something
Run run, dont miss my target, hit for face with some
(Verse 1)
Artificial what they living they whole image (They fake)
Call the homies, have you miss them it could happend (Today)
Rolling woods im in my hood dont worry about me (Im straight)
Xanax got me focus, im just sleepy off this drank
Feeling when im coming down off key
Keeping couple kilos around low key
I live in a trap you should come see
Meet me round back tell me what you need
Ive been triple sippin, off codeine
They do alot of talking, dont know me
Im the one who say them they can fucking breath
We are not the same, we are from a different breed
Kush in my lungs, i can feel it right now
I could front a pound, is you coppin right now?
If not, third degree when they get hot
Get burn tryna be somebody you not, get lose
Never give a fuck, everything i do is for the fucking guap
(Hook)