Yeah, big money missin', um, keep all that, I ain't eatin' on that no more
My legs don't get checked up and on the big ones, I know y'all do, but I ain't do
I don't think in the heights, one deep, I don't like my hands
When you walk down on the cot while you read me my rights, I don't twist it
I got money on top to save me straight, I think I need another stash
I'm ballin' like I'm in the NBA, new LV duffel bags
Everything I put on, couple thousand dollars on the tag
If I can't make a third of all today, I'm gon' go home mad
Get your price drop, feelings through the night, youngs against livin' life
Leggings don't get checked, we on the beat, we on the beat
Big boy jet with a pint, two trap house beatin' in the heights
One deep on the flight, youngs walkin' down on the cot while they read me my rights
12-50 for these chrome heart shades and I warm in the dark
Twin sisters, they both gone, and I'm knowin' them apart
Slowly runnin' low on the love, it's a hole in my heart
Beverly Hills at a bad crib, she showin' me some art
If I told you how much I made, thinkin' lookin' like I come and post up at the spot for a day
She was lookin' fine on FaceTime with another, she hip again
She ain't even mine, she ain't even mine
I'ma hit the road with a go-getter chip, she ain't even fine
This way we gain, that's what you gain, bigger than a dime
My new crib so big, we livin' and relyin'
My coat spilled, that's the last of the sip
They're cryin', these must not want no pay, cause they ain't even tryin'
People with blunts, people with lifestyle
Your lil' b***h might not understand this s***
Can't comprehend this s***
We're goin' for a run and make a bounce, we ain't did this yet
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know?
I don't need money for this s***, I just can't get through it
You know?
I don't need money for this s***