If that shit can't get me rich then it ain't worth the risk
In other words if it don't make a check then it just don't make sense (cents)
And if my vices make me feel alive
Is that good money spent
You know I'd rather let my fucking money talk before I sit and vent
Since a youngan I been tryna ball and shit windmill and honey dip
I been stacking up my check like Pringle chips let's see how tall it get
Bitch I'm late night riding and I'm sliding in a foreign whip
And I got a nine with a laser red dot like it's recording shit
And I'm finna go back in
On God
This shit don't stop
It's like 5 O'clock in the morning
Nigga how bad do you want it
It's hard to get a read on me they don't know what I'm on
They must like what they see in me they copy shit like clones
I be rocking yellow gold and I be toting chrome
Riding dolo with a stick like I'm Casey Jones
I ain't even right this down this shit off the dome
First I live it then I spill it on these fucking songs
Rocking Tommy Hill Off White but I got it on
Why would I do a feature when I work alone
