[Chorus]
I made a lot of money this damn week (goddamn)
Tryna count it all up now I can't sleep (goddamn)
Don't you worry bout my raps, that's hoe shit (goddamn)
Now they worried 'bout five racks, that's broke shit
[Verse 1]
On the top of the world and I'm straight coastin', oh shit
Bitch, you motherfuckers been the sus' type
I would bleed for this shit, whats your blood type?
I'ma leave the doors locked and you ain't got the right key, kinda similar to Lil' Yachty one night
I'm a boss, all my homies carry pumps, right
Type of dudes to put your body in the trunk, right
Put my heart in this game, that's my love life
Know I'm gonna win, I can feel it in my gut
That's [?] life, fuck life
Working cause the whole gang needs this
Spend racks on Gucci, off Gucci Gang remix
All you lil' bitches need Jesus
Being down on your knees is not preaching, see bitch?
I don't know what kind of drugs that y'all on
I got no plan in my life I can fall on
If I don't make it I promise that y'all won't
I do not speak in my [?], like
Thanks for my business I'm taking it all
I ain't into making money, y'all fakers and frauds
I keep it rollin', never had any practice involved
Late to the paper, you lost
They ain't ever breaking our walls
I made a lot of money this damn week (goddamn)
Tryna count it all up now I can't sleep (goddamn)
Don't you worry bout my raps, that's hoe shit (goddamn)
Now they worried 'bout five racks, that's broke shit
[Verse 1]
On the top of the world and I'm straight coastin', oh shit
Bitch, you motherfuckers been the sus' type
I would bleed for this shit, whats your blood type?
I'ma leave the doors locked and you ain't got the right key, kinda similar to Lil' Yachty one night
I'm a boss, all my homies carry pumps, right
Type of dudes to put your body in the trunk, right
Put my heart in this game, that's my love life
Know I'm gonna win, I can feel it in my gut
That's [?] life, fuck life
Working cause the whole gang needs this
Spend racks on Gucci, off Gucci Gang remix
All you lil' bitches need Jesus
Being down on your knees is not preaching, see bitch?
I don't know what kind of drugs that y'all on
I got no plan in my life I can fall on
If I don't make it I promise that y'all won't
I do not speak in my [?], like
Thanks for my business I'm taking it all
I ain't into making money, y'all fakers and frauds
I keep it rollin', never had any practice involved
Late to the paper, you lost
They ain't ever breaking our walls
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