(Hook)

Money money i want money, all this cash im flexing so

Hunnids Hunnids, i need money catch them slippin taking some

Burn burn im out this gotti, feel like im space or something

Run run, dont miss my target, hit for face with some

(Verse 1)

Artificial what they living they whole image (They fake)

Call the homies, have you miss them it could happend (Today)

Rolling woods im in my hood dont worry about me (Im straight)

Xanax got me focus, im just sleepy off this drank

Feeling when im coming down off key

Keeping couple kilos around low key

I live in a trap you should come see

Meet me round back tell me what you need

Ive been triple sippin, off codeine

They do alot of talking, dont know me

Im the one who say them they can fucking breath

We are not the same, we are from a different breed

Kush in my lungs, i can feel it right now

I could front a pound, is you coppin right now?

If not, third degree when they get hot

Get burn tryna be somebody you not, get lose

Never give a fuck, everything i do is for the fucking guap

(Hook)