[Intro: Elcamino]
Uh, I still say money feel better than love, huh
Uh, I still say— yo, yo
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I told myself and then I went and showed myself
You see, I ran it up quick, it's the least I owed myself
Invest in yourself, my nigga, that's how you hold your wealth
For the love of your children, that's who you owe yourself to
I was dealt a bad hand, that's how my cards were shuffled
Flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection
On defence, this gun'll blow off a large intestine
If the beef's stickin' this on your head, wе offer extra
You can't check mе, I'm awkward, I box lefty
They should just give me a GRAMMY 'cause my shit rock heavy
They mad 'cause I'm rich off some shit that they not
When I give 'em head starts 'cause niggas is not ready
I built up my empire, I see you niggas inspired
I'm grinding just so when I turn thirty I could retire
But I won't, shit, I'll prolly be thirty spitting that fire
With a bad bitch like Cuban Link boosted my high-up
Off of me, everything in the world, you still couldn't buy us
We can post up in they hood and they still wouldn't try it
Every time a body drop, I'm saying "Hi" to a pilot
What type of foreign I'm driving? I still ain't decide it
I feel as though these niggas ain't real as they rhyming
Remember rocking Goodwill shit, heating up ramen
Some niggas really be on they shit, that's just the timing
I hold up my wrist and it flash, that's just the diamonds, uh
Uh, I still say money feel better than love, huh
Uh, I still say— yo, yo
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I told myself and then I went and showed myself
You see, I ran it up quick, it's the least I owed myself
Invest in yourself, my nigga, that's how you hold your wealth
For the love of your children, that's who you owe yourself to
I was dealt a bad hand, that's how my cards were shuffled
Flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection
On defence, this gun'll blow off a large intestine
If the beef's stickin' this on your head, wе offer extra
You can't check mе, I'm awkward, I box lefty
They should just give me a GRAMMY 'cause my shit rock heavy
They mad 'cause I'm rich off some shit that they not
When I give 'em head starts 'cause niggas is not ready
I built up my empire, I see you niggas inspired
I'm grinding just so when I turn thirty I could retire
But I won't, shit, I'll prolly be thirty spitting that fire
With a bad bitch like Cuban Link boosted my high-up
Off of me, everything in the world, you still couldn't buy us
We can post up in they hood and they still wouldn't try it
Every time a body drop, I'm saying "Hi" to a pilot
What type of foreign I'm driving? I still ain't decide it
I feel as though these niggas ain't real as they rhyming
Remember rocking Goodwill shit, heating up ramen
Some niggas really be on they shit, that's just the timing
I hold up my wrist and it flash, that's just the diamonds, uh
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