money plays Lyrics

Bitch i'm on the road yeah i'm making money plays

Hop up in a wraith yeah i'm headed straight to space

Told her give me space, I don't wanna fuck yeah I only want face

Got the whole club going up on Tuesday

Imma blow my brains fuck I feel like Kurt Cobain

I hate her mind but I really love her fucking brain

And I say i'm fine but I'm feeling really insane

Got a flight tonight driver take me to the plane

Girl get naked for me imma make it fucking rain

Imma rap god yeah don't say my name in vein

I'm in love with weed yeah I don't want you, want Mary Jane

My mind a warzone fuck it feel like Ukraine

She hit me up and she asking if i'm ok

I moved on from my wrist got slits on my face

I know it's wrong but I gave up on all my faith

How can I believe in god, cause everyday it's only pain

(Everyday it's only pain)

Brand new jeans they come from Japan, Japan

I hop on the beat I know i'm the man, i'm the man

Got new drugs my molly tan, it's tan

Two new hoes and they are 10's, they 10's

Two door whip and it's a Bens, a Bens

Told her it ain't nothing to bring some friends, bring some friends

I'm out the world i'm in France, in France

Healthy kid i'm smoking plants, plants

Told her baby cancel your plans, your plans

I'm out in LA I got fans, got fans

In two days I spent my advance imma make it back

How yo nigga hating? Bitch this that real rap

He smoking crack

OG cookies in my lungs I don't chief no crap

These niggas hating just for fun they get pushed back

Bitch i'm real rad

My outfit on all black

Going 120 in my Trackhawk you can't track that

Roll me up a blunt

Bitch I'm high up to the sun

Told me roll it up for fun

We getting high don't care bout nun

Ever since six I knew I was the one

They copy my swag, all these niggas my sons

I don't want it back

I'm on some new shit, got a new bitch

We dining good this ain't Ruth's Chris

Girl I'm hella rich

Gotta gold switch on my new clip, yeah I boom shit

Smoking Newports this a new pack

I'm up in new stores I don't shop at Saks

I'm sippin Codeine like my brother Zack (Zack and Codeine)

Bitch your rap all cap you ain't on that

I'm a young star

Niggas I know telling me that I wont go far

But look at me now got a 100 thousand dollar car

Imma rockstar, got a scoped guitar

Feel like a mobster, yeah i'm smoking cigars

This shit crazy, my life bizarre

She hate me, I don't know what I did

(She hate me, I don't know what I did)

(I don't know what I did)

(Yeah yeah)

(I don't know what I did)

(Yeah)

Bitch i'm on the road yeah i'm making money plays

Hop up in a wraith yeah i'm headed straight to space

Told her give me space, I don't wanna fuck yeah I only want face

Got the whole club going up on Tuesday

Imma blow my brains fuck I feel like Kurt Cobain

I hate her mind but I really love her fucking brain

And I say i'm fine but I'm feeling really insane

Got a flight tonight driver take me to the plane

Girl get naked for me imma make it fucking rain

Imma rap god yeah don't say my name in vein

I'm in love with weed yeah I don't want you, want Mary Jane

My mind a warzone fuck it feel like Ukraine

She hit me up and she asking if i'm ok

I moved on from my wrist got slits on my face

I know it's wrong but I gave up on all my faith

How can I believe in god, cause everyday it's only pain