LaLaLa

Why do they expect me to help them when they never gonna help me? I'm thinking this time I get selfish Bring all the dough in I'm stuffing myself to the limit, I promise I ain't finished I ain't been flexing on niggas How you get mad I've been working, ain't resting, lil nigga Next, I'ma tell all the rest of my niggas That we are not resting until we see next to 8 figures The money gets sticky 'cause the more that touch, the more it gets tricky (uhh) Out of everyone it could be (could be) Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see) Why the hell you never choose me (choose me) Who would it be (who would it be) Out of everyone it could be (could be) Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see) Why the hell you never choose me (choose me) Who would it be (who would it be) And the money comes with power When it starts to rain, it showers I would like this green forever But I gotta treat it better I would love to show you different Take you out, let's go the distance She's taking molly, I'ma sip champagne I might take too much and forget my name I'ma shoot at the logo, I'ma test my range Two bad dimes, I'ma test my game She says that I'm stupid, I guess we're the same Showing no hoe where I'm laying my head Thinking at night about the last words said Been through the rough, so we're better as friends Out of everyone it could be (could be) Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see) Why the hell you never choose me (choose me) Who would it be (who would it be) Out of everyone it could be (could be) Can you take your time and you'll see (you'll see) Why the hell you never choose me (choose me) Who would it be (who would it be) And I got too deep in the things that we do now, girl Took me a while, but I made you my world Fuck with the niggas, you ain't think I was gonna feel it Break the shit down, I ain't never gon' build it I'm playing the music, you ain't never wanna hear it Could you feel it in your soul to do it different 'Cause I'm coming with rapping, ain't New Edition And you doing all that yapping, gotta do with business Ain't materialistic, she fuck with Amiri How you thinking you're rich, girl, you flying Spirit I've been feeling like this is my crowning year He's been pouring up drink to get out of here I've been doing hoes nasty, keep on the low And these niggas around me, they wanna score You be thinking I'm crazy 'cause I wanted more But I'm trying to be rich, that's my only goal