Running from a pay stub

From a straight check

All that shit is made up

On little private jets

I’m more into cash flow

My feet just getting wet

You can’t talk in actuals

When we ain’t even met

I got private dividends

I pay out all my friends

I fucking spend too much

It’s all an accident

I reach my breaking point

Look at how fast it went

I max my credit cards

I crash and let it end

I get me a notice for an overdue rental

I got all this sentimental shit fucking up my mental

Yeah I’d probably do more drugs, but I’m worried bout the fentanyl

You can’t trust a single plug, wired up, pop incidental

Watch me fizzlе out again

Break apart another line

I’ll bе back here when this ends

I can’t sit I have to fly

I got cash flow on my mind

I break down when that run dry

I base everything on money

Fuck am I if thats a lie

One day I’ll reach for you

Someday I’ll reach for you

One day I’ll reach for you

Someday I’ll reach for you