You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah fly dressin' to kill
No lie this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
**** how a feel
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands gon' go on my wrist
This ***** drankin' me she a fish
They soft that they swivel don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I mean it
I **** on her never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games ***** you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man I pray all my is well
And I told you I still will prevail
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