Bipolar Lyrics

Yeah, woah, yeah, woah

Yeah, woah, yeah, woah

Yeah, woah, yeah, woah

Make me a check and I'm counting it up

And I'm stacking it up like a tat on my sleeve

And now I got money they want me to talk

And I really don't know why you talking to me

And just give me my money, my money, my money

Man, give me my racks , just give me the green

And they asking and begging, at first it was hating

I'm giving my play to my motherfuckin team

Woah, yeah, I'ma talk for a while

Why he talk on the Net, he gon' run like a mile

While he looking for me, I'ma leave with a smile

And she tryna slide through, told her wait for a while

Got one cup, mix it, know I pour up

I can't fuck with that hoe, cause that bitch she be stuck

Man, I do it alone, all these niggas, they suck

If you run into us, then you straight outta luck

I'm- I'm making racks, making racks, making blue

And I'm spending these racks on the paint on my shoe

If yo girl acting up ima give her a clue

I be painting her face with my motherfuckin tool

S-sipping on magic, I'm mixing it up

And I'm pouring it up know i'm sipping on red

And they steady be talking, they wanna talk down if

They talking to us, we gon leave for em for dead

I'm making bands, little bitch, I fuck her friend

If she really wanna play, I kick her out, yeah, that's the plan

Yeah, I am not your man, little bitch, we can't be friends

And don't ever hit my socials, little bitch, yeah, this the end

Make me a check and I'm counting it up

And I'm stacking it up like a tat on my sleeve

And now I got money they want me to talk

And I really don't know why you talking to me

And just give me my money, my money, my money

Man, give me my racks , just give me the green

And they asking and begging, at first it was hating

I'm giving my play to my motherfuckin team