Music: Detrone Watkins/Simone Di Franco/Luca Rossi/Joao Camarneiro
Ayy
I'm screamin' "**** a friend'' I could do it by myself
I be takin' drugs, like they good for my health
I told Lil I love him, bitch we tighter than a belt
But, I ran out of love, I ain't got no love left
She say that she love me, but I know that's a lie
I get in my feelings, while I be gettin' high
I be goin' hard and I barely even try
I'm thankin' 'bout Lil , seen his face up in the sky
I be on it, I be on it
All I know is get that money, get that money
How the **** I owe you some? You ain't give me nothin'
I'm just tryna get the racks, I can't be out here clubbin'
You know I ain't perfect, but I try bae (I be tryin')
You know I'on wanna see you cry bae
Bitch we slide, better stay out of that highway
I was runnin' from the police in the AE
I ran out of paces, I ain't tryin' no mo'
I don't wanna see my niggas dyin' no mo'
I don't wanna see my mama cryin' no mo'
Shots fired no mo'
I see bodies on the floor
You know when shit got real
I seen who's gon' fold, I seen that shit comin' from a mile away tho
You know what I'm sayin'?
But it's these type of situations, that show us who real and who fake
I be on it, I be on it
All I know is get that money, get that money
How the **** I owe you some? You ain't give me nothin'
I'm just tryna get the racks, I can't be out here clubbin'