(Devereaux)
yeah yeah yeah yeah (Chapter 17)
Hol'up. Hey. hol'up ooh. Hol'up ay hey ooh hol'up let's go

I feel empty baby but at least I feel now
Hell is empty baby all the demons here now
People fake and don't nobody know what's real now
Faces in the mirror look sadder than they appear now
Trust the voices in my head and cover my ears now
Ain't no love when you ballin' they full of fear now (yuh)
Only thing on me switching up is the gears now
Killing shit crying tattoo tears now
Baby you ain't making money plans hold up fam. Fuck it thеn
Diamonds dancing on me baby Ice get to runnin' man
What's up with thеse rubber bands huh
That's a hunnit-grand nice of you to come
but you see I had some other plans
You ain't making money plans hold up fam. Fuck it then
Diamonds dancing on me baby Ice get to runnin' man
What's up with these rubber bands huh
That's a hunnit-grand nice of you to come
but you see I had some other plans

I just hit a lick. Go and get your money
then I just bought a whip
Boy get yo money then she just sold a pic
Girl get yo money then I just bought a whip
Boy get yo money then haters talking shit
Save that for yo Mom and them they be on that shit
Girl that's a homonym you ain't clockin' grip
Boy you don't want it then I'ma bring them
commas in (call it in)
(Get money. Better. Better. Better have my money
Money. Money. My money mothafacko!)
I don't relax (uh yuh) I want the racks (uh yuh)
Covered in tatts (uh yuh) Burning a sack (uh yuh)
I don't relax (uh yuh) I want the check (uh yuh)
Throwing my set like shawty you with me