Chorus:
Too turnt I dont really giva f** wat they say
If it ain't bout money get the f** out my face
You's a broke n***a you can't keep up the paste
b**h I keep it real I ain't neva been fake
Verse 1:
Money on top of money
My b**hes they count it for me
Im smokin on sour OG
Yoo b**h steady tryna blow me
Put the weed in the grinder
My eyes low like im from china
I ball like the 49ers
I eat at exspensive diners
You ain't speakin my language
You too busy hatin
I pray to the lord, that one day i'll make it
I got these b**hes in the tub straight naked, sippin out the cup , po fo now im wasted
Smokin on jamaican..
But im west indian
My chick bad, fat a** she brazilian
Prince will on the throne, gettin head countin millions
Yung bill gates woe im aiming for them billions
Chorus:
Too turnt I dont really giva f** wat they say
If it ain't bout money get the f** out my face
You's a broke n***a you can't keep up the paste
b**h I keep it real I ain't neva been fake
Verse 2:
I got b**hes in the east
b**hes in west
b**hes in the south
b**hes in the A
Can't get enough, cuz im gettin paid
n***as tryna mock me
Bou this ain't sherades
New jays like everyday
Watch me pull up in the range
Now im gettin paper
Watch how people change
sh** just ain't the same
Gotta get out the game
Ain't f**in wit u lames
Cuz im headin for the fame