Bunch of Bullshit Lyrics

I ain't make the rules

I ain't make the time for the school cause I knew that shit ain't right

And my daddy with the bullshit, told me shit ain't right

Gotta follow in the steps of the books

What a bunch of bullshit, how I live my life young sauce ain't never understood

Foreal (foreal)

Now I live my life only fucking way I should

Making fucking hits all night, like I wish a nigga would (would, would)

Me making making money ain't probably

Don't you get tired of working at minimum wage (working at minimum wage)

It's like a sentence inside of me I want more dollars and checks and commas okay yea (check and commas okay)

They say more money more problems but I want em send shit my way, yea (my way)

Bryan what happened to substance

Grab some trees now I'm smoking on substance

Everyday I just been laying up, balling Vince Carter but I can do better tho

Not every brain could get how I'm getting it

We not all the same I get it and triple it

You chasing pussy it come wit the bag my nigga you gotta be kidding me

Knowing the price that come with the fame

All of the ice that comes with the rings

All of the hype that come to my name name name name name

All of the spite they throwing ashamed

But I get 'em right with the way that I sing

The reason I fight for all of my dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams

Bitch look it's 5-5-5 had to think of the time when I pulled me a dime

But you told me 5-5-5 gone show me the sign, the sign of the times

Now Im counting up five more times of the riches

And counting up five more times of the bitches

And I think of the fye that I make independent

Just give me the max I done peaked out my limit

I ain't even making a scene on my cute nigga shit run it back okay

And I ain't even giving a shit when I spend it I'm making it back okay

You don't get it I'm him with him himself

Better price me again I'm the business itself

Niggas talking down we left his head on a shelf

Now we smoking biscotti, it's gas in the air

Ima take this shit get right, I been flying up high with the planes

I been feenin for some ice, know the rackets gone tennis the chain

And I been out the pocket of pain when you pocket the change that I pay for the fame

I ain't make the rules

I ain't make the time for the school cause I knew that shit ain't right

And my daddy with the bullshit, told me shit ain't right

Gotta follow in the steps of the books

What a bunch of bullshit, how I live my life young sauce ain't never understood

Foreal (foreal, real)

Now I live my life only fucking way I should

Making fucking hits all night, like I wish a nigga would (like I wish a nigga would)

Me making making money ain't probably, don't you get tired of working at minimum wage (minimum, minimum wage)

It's like a sentence inside of me I want more dollars and checks and commas okay (okay okay okay okay)