Alone - Intellectual

[Intro: Cash Kidd]

These boys don't know what it take for real

Nah, for real

Ayy

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]

The hoes, the cars, the cribs, the frauds

The trips, the malls, I got turf on my lawn

I just took a lil' pink thing, don't know when I'm landing

All my bitch know is "sí, sí", I thought that bitch was Spanish

Put Chanel on a dick-eater, don't take them for granted

This an eighteen-hundred-dollar coat, Peyton Manning

Only put my cheese last, when I make a sandwich

Big 40 shoot the blood out this bitch, Meg Thee Stallion

Be for real, coach the whole city like I'm Joe McFashion

Say she used to go with me, bitch know she cappin'

He's a wimp in real life, but write the coldest captions

This money, un-breaking my heart, I feel like Toni Braxton

Told her I don't want no kids, left them on her lashes

My dawg start hating, shit, I would too

It's ironic how his eyes closed, but he in I.C.U

Red and white Prada bucket hat, feel like Dr. Seuss

[Chorus: Dimitri Devaughn]

Can't get money with everybody

They don't wanna hustle

Feelings been on fuck everybody

Grind hard from the muscle

I just wanna ball, never fall off

No, no, no, no

One thing I'ma do is chase that bread, fasho

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]

I keep friends friends, but I hustle with the skill

See, skill handle business, friends rarely pay they bill

Living life on my own terms, fuck how you feel

You ain't real with yourself, so how you telling me what's real?

Lately I've been on chill, closing deals, still get 'em vacuum sealed

I was in the basement, mind on a mansion still

Paid all dues, you niggas passed the bill

We lit as shit, all them captions real

I was funded with my street money

Now I wake up and buy chains with in-my-sleep money

We see who can blow money, who can keep money

I secured next year with last week's money

Yeah, I'm out of town on the rooftop

1942 shots, toasting to a new pot

She put me on her stories, zoomin' in on my new watch

Don't fuck your camera up with them blue rocks

Yeah