Ayy, I feel like I've been betrayed I've been stabbed in the back, you know
Roll my beats man
When I put in, I don't know what to say man
But, this shit is salty
No, no, no, not that, not that, woah, woah, how am I gonna rap this shit
Yeah, we jump on a bus
Got my keep and my stride
Got my cousin and me
I got gold, got a shot
Got my mark eleven
Bitches want me right now
I tell you I'm sorry
Never, never
Thoughts of getting money
Always in my mind
The thoughts of getting dollars
Always in my mind, yeah
But, this nigga salty
Bitches salty, I got my hands a lot of
Money and you
I saw thoughts on you
You saw thoughts on me
Bitch, you kinda stabbed me on the back, for what now
I kinda dodged it
You want me now, for what
I can't even understand it
But, I pull up, man, I pull my pants down
Told this nigga God got a power on me
Thoughts of getting money
Always in my mind, yeah
I wanna pass on this instrumental
Like they never understand it
When I pull up, they could say
Yeah, I know that nigga, he was my friend
Told you now, shit is gone
Told these niggas
I can do it
I was there, now
How you ran, now
Run from me, run from me
Run this shit, run
Case to pop, then drop to place
You drop the face, then drop the buns all the way
Figure it out
I'm supposed to be reading my books
But, I can't read
Cause my head is up on high level
Trying to get these niggas thoughts of my money