I'm just making moves to get a fee Chasing money like ita out of reach I'm convinced niggas is still asleep and I'm still out here tryna get rich I just want what's best for me I want the cheese and the cream I just want to juice in mix if you fake then we don't mix if she ain't hitting she can't hang with the click you won't ain't popping up the crib just to chill and shit better roll up wood and take this stick beggers can't be choosers you can't pick we out here causing chaos we causing scene She a hood rat and he a catfish she do anything for a Twitter mention and I'd do anything to cop a Mansion niggas old they need to go on pension niggas got ghost writers should I mention bitches want the Mic but she can't sing and she still thinks a ting when I take my shots I don't blink everything I do I keep it in sync still chasing paper I don't care what they think niggas hating cause I just became friends with the bank I'm always charged up like I'm walking around with power bank you niggas slaps like I'm giving out spanks