Ran Outta Wind Money Man

[Verse 1]
Fuck her so long that she ran out of wind
I'm on a website, I'm purchasing BINs
AMG kit on my car, that's a band
Cartier word on my spectacle lens
Bitch on my arm and you know she a ten
My partner pulled up and he came and bought ten
Pushin' that Demon, my car is a sin (Trauma Tone)
When I open that pack, niggas smellin' the scent
I'm at the top of the Twelve in a pent'
Synthetic fraud, I ain't payin' no rent
If they raid the spot, then I might do a stint
I reach in my pocket and pull out a roll
He reach in his pocket and pull out some lint
She tryna fuck me, she givin' me hints
I go get some money and stay out the mix
I'ma open my door, I'ma hop out the whip
When I walk in the house, she gon' jump on my dick
She gon' take off my clothes, she gon' suck me with spit
I just put her on swiping, her ex-nigga sick
I just bought her a laptop, now she got the kit
She just punched in some numbers, got clothes for her kids
Tryna take from the kid, you'll get burnt like a cig'
We just left from downtown, she just swiped for a wig
We don't do this shit small, we gon' do this shit big
She gon' love me forever and never renege
I'ma love her the same, I don't fuck with no pigs
I ain't talkin' 'bout Taye, but I know niggas dig
Put some racks on your head like I work up in Lids
Takin' trips out of town, we done hit different banks
All the crime that I'm doin', they feel in they state
I done already drained the card, agents too late
I done already raped an account, they too late