antisocial

If the root of all evil is money, I ain't evil enough

I want millions in my casket when I die like King Tut

Yeah the way I chase the bag I run run like Forrest Gump

Aye brodie say I don't get up out the house too antisocial

But really I don't want to be in your face if I don't know you

I don't want your number baby girl don't need your mobile

I'm tryna take this rap shit on a tour and it go global

Better ways to make sum money fuck a job this shit all digital

You ain't stressing bout getting yo money that shit pitiful

Getting money stay up out the way stand on my principles

Staying out the way won't get me killed thats beneficial too