I got the dough like I'm Bruce Wayne

I made the bread like a baker

I see your hoe and I take her

Brew in my hand

Take a sip

It's a minute since I got a milly in paper

Batman drip

All blacked out

GT whip

Matte blacked out

Cali joints I rip

Get snacks out

Out on the road when I see them punks

Give them a whack it's smack down

Don't wanna see your mouth move now

Drove miles for food from down south

Never did move for the hood rats

Made 6 figures from a *cough*

Made 8 figures from a

I put the watch

The rolls

The chain

The pain

The blood

Thе bitch in her place

They wasn't giving mе space

They wasn't giving me space

I made some money

And people act funny

I'm hearing you talking

But don't give a fuck

I ant got one to waste

I put the watch in its place

My wrist is serious looking

So gimme a break

200 dough on a stem player

Just to listen drums that I made in a day

Hearing you speak on my name

It's nout new but I wish that you'd keep me away

Demon thoughts on my rich mental

Need my mind gentle

But it keeps me awake

Smoking and going to space

Batmobile in my garage that I gotta pay for

Why my name Bruce Wayne for?

Why'd I go through pain for?

Why'd I make like 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 figures then?

Gold leaf on burgers like my name 2 chains

When I lick a flame on my joint that I lit yesterday

I'm a big menace to the jokers

Bitches are talking in riddles

I suppose that's why it's over

Bars cold like nora

I've never been sober

Drove bikes in bali

I call her my Harley

Whoever said that I was broke

See Wayne tech way I got an army