They can’t believe I did it on my own
Now the money keep ringing out my phone
Pour a four roll fire get gone
I’m so focused on the money that it drive me crazy
Need to go and take a ride in that blue Mercedes
I dreamt I’m falling from the sky but the view is crazy
And when I pour the money up I feel rejuvenated
Inebriated, my bitch a trip
She always want that ash
Just like she Jamaican
I can’t take her no where she always keep me waiting
Half the time she’s getting dressed
The other half shes naked
And she’s, Pisces
She’s pure and that’s what I need
I’m stacking bands I cannot chill I need to see a mil
Running up a check to Neimans look like track and field
She say she hate my guts well tell me how you really feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feel
Tell me how you really feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feel, yeah
Tell me about your cold heart, yeah
And tell me with your clothes off
Big crib, gotta keep a few hoes in it My cup right here drop a whole four in it That’s real dirt
Need to chase it more
Pull up the AMG but never hit auto park
Go hit Germany, yeah
Just to ride the autobahn
Pull up like the money count yeah
Keep going on and on Got an artsy chick
She went to Juilliard
Asked me to drop the top
She wanna watch the stars
Don’t got to look to far baby, yeah
I’m right here in the car baby
And I, can’t lie
I’m too real you don’t gotta ask me why
You say you hate my guts well tell me how you really feel
If I don’t give a fuck tell me how that make you feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feeel, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeaahh, yeah, ay Tell me how you really feel, yeah, ay Tell me how you really
Tell me how you