Letter to the mic

chasing money fuck a friend fuck a bitch they all pretend im trying too stack a mill when you down bad that's when shiit gets real Money comes and money goes just like these bitches do why i fucked these hoes and let them go nothing physical tell me why these bitches playing on my mental like it's cool I'll crash out in this bitch up the blick and shoot i done been hurt multiple times these scars are unbearable when I was stuck at the bottom where we're you Cup full medicine walk around like i got a flu take yo bitch and dressh her in designer strip her down eat her out ima diner lil bih bad but her friend is way finer if a nigga got some issues we can solve em yall niggas just gone hate but that's your problem all these pills in my system think it's becoming a problem pride is a tough thing to swallow my life is full of pain why my heart is so fucking chasing money fuck a friend fuck a bitch they all pretend im trying to stack a mill when you down bad that's when shiit gets real I fell asleep and dreamed about a lot of hundreds that's just how i be stunnin had to go hustle it was expected come from nothing got to always tote a blick these niggas when gun you down for nothing been plenty of nights were i jumped out bustin my bitch left for a buster i told the hoe these bitches come a dime a dozen put your trust in any woman only for her to leave you hurtin i fell in love with the money that shit brings a lot of hundreds two pots on the stove phone steady jumping too many numbers is callin I gotta pick up the money