Whole Ticket Q Money (Ft. YFN Lucci)

[Chorus: Q Money]
Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive
Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions
Don't call my phone lil nigga, unless you talkin' them chickens
I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket
I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket
Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it
These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings
I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket

[Verse 1: Q Money]
Makin' cake, I can't hesitate, no time for mistakes
Ain't no breaks, I can't go on dates, fuck her then I skate
What I ate, lobster with the steak, that's my feng shui
Please don't hate, tryna motivate, I just wan' be great
I got swag, I cannot complain, look how far a nigga came
It feel just like yesterday I was trappin' out the section eight
Now a young nigga done switched his lane
I'm tryna buy some real estate
Please get the fuck out my face
Nigga all you do is hate (bitch)
You's a hater, nigga you's a hater
I'm tryna get a mansion and I want a hundred acres
I don't want no neighbors, can't keep doing favors
Shawty want me to save her, but I cannot save her