Money came along problems

Shit got me like hell naw

Ask me what I'm doing with my life, ain't shit to tell ya'll

They selling these, though

We don't really need those

Rather burn some foil

Smoke some powder off some clean folds

I'll be rolling dollar papers

Crush it down and breathe those

I don't think I feel those

He ain't really coming back

Put that on my soul

She ain't never get her summer back

Acting like you really want it

Boy, you'll get it laid down

If I hit your face and started spraying, daddy laid there

Probably heard me laughing with a cold stare laid dead

Left the car around a tree with road flares, stayed there

They ain't gon' die for any of us

If we go, then they come with us

Ain't no love to lose, who's you? We ain't fucking wit ya

I could see the only way I learned to live will make me lose

I could see the way I move, crazy 8's and dirty juice

I'ma pull this shit over right here, then I make 'em choose

Keep 'em on their toes, and they go, and they better know

I'ma hit him dead in his nose, and he better show

I don't have to apologize for shit, that's another day

I'ma give that lil' bitch a poke 'til she run away

What the fuck are those? What they for? I'ma let 'em die

I don't see the road, eyes closed, I'ma let it fly

It stay ones and twos, and I knew, it's a promise to you