Lil Yachty - Bitter Sweet lyrics

[Intro] Man a n***a just really want money, man. You know what I'm sayin'? A n***a don't really give a sh** about too much. I don't really care what these teachers say, I don't really care what these hoes say, man. n***a just want millions n***a, just want millions, bruh. Know what I'm sayin'? I don't really give a sh** about too much, I care about my n***as and I care about money man, that's all I really give a sh** about. That's just to be completely honest, I don't give a f** about what none of ya'll hoes talkin' about. If ya'll n***as ain't talkin' about money don't talk to me [Verse] Ain't nobody flyer, young n***a, nobody higher When I pull out this nine watch how fast his realness expire I never trust a n***a, never will I trust a ho Bitter sweet young n***a with some nice clothes I ball like Sean Kemp, poppin' bottles in the Vip I feel like a pimp at Long Johns eatin' my shrimp Surrounded by bad b**hes, I thank god for all my b**hes Without all my b**hes I would probably still have b**hes In that droptop Volvo all my migos call me Marco Real n***a rule number one, never give out your info Pocket full of pintos, different color like some Mentos X be smokin' cigs, I guess he do it for the Menthol I miss my brother Jimmy, biggest influence to me STYCXS and young n***a I got all access I see why these n***as mad cause I got all the hoes I see why these n***as mad cause I got all the hoes