Bipolar

(Chill, Bwser, chill) Yeah, woah, yeah Yeah I'ma throw it up Yeah, money on the ground, she gon' pick it up I'm on that bullshit, I think I'm losing it I'm on that bullshit, I ain't never had shit I'm on that bullshit, I pull up with mad bitches I'm on that bullshit, put money on your head quick Damn, running to that money, these hoes don't mean nothing Fuck her then I'm done, I stay on the road, like I'm on the run Spent thirty thousand on some clothes, I don't even wear 'em Another four on some damn cologne, I ain't even smell it I'ma walk in with my stick in my hand, any nigga can get it, yeah Alexander McQueen, I got hoes from A to Z I'm a sеlfish nigga, but when it come to the gang, wе all gon' eat I keep spending money, splurging, do that shit on purpose Damn, I know you hurt, bitch Yeah, I know you wish you had me back, bitch This wood so damn good, I can't even pass it Her pussy so good, pass her down to lil' quin They wondering where I been, bitch, I'm out here getting bands She keep asking to play that song with Tripp' and Kankan I'm screaming VLAD life, yeah, Zelly, that's my right hand Kobe, he the other one, we gon' shoot to win Me and Sunny2Point0, we pulled up in two Benzes I'ma throw it up Yeah, money on the ground, she gon' pick it up I'm on that bullshit, I think I'm losing it I'm on that bullshit, I ain't never had shit I'm on that bullshit, I pull up with mad bitches I'm on that bullshit, put money on your head quick