K Suave - Bipolar lyrics

[Intro] (Chill, Bwser, chill) Yeah, woah, yeah Yeah [Chorus] I'ma throw it up Yeah, money on the ground, she gon' pick it up I'm on that bullsh*t, I think I'm losing it I'm on that bullsh*t, I ain't never had sh*t I'm on that bullsh*t, I pull up with mad b*tches I'm on that bullsh*t, put money on your head quick [Verse] Damn, running to that money, these hoes don't mean nothing fu*k her then I'm done, I stay on the road, like I'm on the run Spent thirty thousand on some clothes, I don't even wear 'em Another four on some damn cologne, I ain't even smell it I'ma walk in with my stick in my hand, any ni**a can get it, yeah Alexander McQueen, I got hoes from A to Z I'm a sеlfish ni**a, but when it come to the gang, wе all gon' eat I keep spending money, splurging, do that sh*t on purpose Damn, I know you hurt, b*tch Yeah, I know you wish you had me back, b*tch This wood so damn good, I can't even pass it Her pussy so good, pass her down to lil' quin They wondering where I been, b*tch, I'm out here getting bands She keep asking to play that song with Tripp' and Kankan I'm screaming VLAD life, yeah, Zelly, that's my right hand Kobe, he the other one, we gon' shoot to win Me and Sunny2Point0, we pulled up in two Benzes [Chorus] I'ma throw it up Yeah, money on the ground, she gon' pick it up I'm on that bullsh*t, I think I'm losing it I'm on that bullsh*t, I ain't never had sh*t I'm on that bullsh*t, I pull up with mad b*tches I'm on that bullsh*t, put money on your head quick