money and i'm feelin' out of place
i don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't
ain't no feelings in the bank
i'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had chase
if i can't make no money then i'm feelin' out of place
i was waitin' on you to change
if you broke you the only one to blame
that'll make me go insane
i run up percocets but they can't save me
niggas say they love me but i got vibes that they shady
ever let you lame bitches play me
bitches all in my dm with them eyes and them faces
i just want some head but she naked
these niggas cool with bein' broke
i swear i couldn't take it
ain't no back to the basics
every time my package hit the air it's gon' make it
i smell like givenchy off hibachi
i be wantin' the money and it tell me