Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' a bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give it today I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under air I get my medicine straight out the bag
I'ma prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian 'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a star-ship My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em I don't know if you think that you stoppin' What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on This ain't no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat Now I'm comin' at your neck Niggas act cute like a pet Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart Try be the ones that's been [?] Insecurities, they always offended Mad about a bitch, I already been there That bitch for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute Niggas still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it It ain't nothin', I'ma rep
I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no She need more, she got too attached, huh Addicted to me like I'm on one Three thousand for the new red car Walk around, look like a milli Psychedelics in my tummy Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)
Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' a bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give it today I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under air I get my medicine straight out the bag
Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas They made me mad now I'm back in my bag I hope my main and my side never crash Worry 'bout the cat tryna dodge my path We catch that boy then we robbin' his ass It's the principle, I don't need the cash Expensive dishes, half a million on lashes I could kick it but I don't like to brag Oh, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up I got my glizzy, wish a nigga'd run up You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her I ran my millions up from out the corner Only one out here doin' what I want to My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer Trap out the sport, I press it then I launch it I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches Got suspended, me and [?] House up on the hill, I used to want it Now I got it, I don't even stay there I get in it, I don't play fair Prolly spend me a million on haters On they top, make 'em drop And I don't give a fuck 'bout no cops
Nowadays I get what I want Lately been spendin' a bag Addicted to getting that cash Addicted to popping them tags Money was made for the sad Now my ex-bitch calling back Saw me come up out the random Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome" I know that they hate me and want me for ransom It's nothin' new, I won't give it today I eat the hate up and spit it right back My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass Women come and go with the cash You gon' learn and learn that shit fast They gon' fold, fold under air I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
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