Demons (Interlude)

So much cash in my jeans my wallet couldn't even fit it Shawty so bad that I couldn't just hit it Weed so loud I rolled a blunt I couldn't even finish Ask around bet they all know we don't play about business He won't speak up I'm offended Im the best thats just how ima end it Truth be told most these niggas pretending We don't play no games this aint a scrimage I made my money flip like a gymnast I can tell that you really don't get it Its sad to admit it thats how we get it I had to pay my mommas rent off my trap phone singing Cellphone ringing Pinky ring blinging Pretty bitch fiending She want a demon Pray So much cash in my jeans my wallet couldn't even fit it Shawty so bad that I couldn't just hit it Weed so loud I rolled a blunt I couldn't even finish Ask around bet they all know we don't play about business