is it money? is it hoes? is it weed?
life's a bitch with pretty eyes
so in between them i guess i'll get high
well i've been an artist my whole damn life
it's the way i feel when i can't fuck this feelin' out me
it's the fool on the hill take the sun make a peel out of
i would cheat to try to fill my emptiness with them legs
see i was loosey goosey girl oh ho ho ho
i was flippin' through the city tryna poke somethin'
i knew cuddling was god's leverage
i knew weed was the gateway to the gates of heaven
tell you i was trying to fuck
feenin' for your portal and that outer space make sense to me
i found myself sayin' i ain't really feelin' this
i'm barely feeling myself
i'm barely healin' myself
raise your hand if you addicted
double shot or double tap it
is it money? is it hoes? is it weed?
that dog be like where i go
ke-mo sah-bee what you know?
og told me one thing bout ownership it's about control
another coke that's crushin shit up my nose
pussy cream in the crotch of my clothes
i shoulda died a long time ago
rolling uber x with your ex on oxycontin
i ain't serve it to her and i don't condone it
we just brick it till we blow it
we just building and destroyin'
throwin' up and missing toilets
we all know what you be doin'
we all need what we need when it's necessary
i'm starin' at glassy eyes
it's the sign of the times
big shit when the camera roll
nothing even really matter though
if you ain't got no money
is it money? is it hoes? is it weed?