[Verse 1]
She don't wan' f** for the minimum
She just tryna f** with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na-na-na-na
For no free na-ni-na
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where's the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don' sold plenty, I don' pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
[Chorus]
Don't you know I try
Don't you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don't you know I try
Don't you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side