作曲 : Jacob Broaden

I make too much money to you cancel

Thumbing 30 bands my ****ing hands full

Drugs help me get shit off my mental

Just another bitch and I don't splash up

I can't take no bitch with a blindfold

I ran out of these bands with my eyes closed

I got model bitches on my iPhones

Better find someone who loves you baby I won't talk

I'm sorry,baby I gon'need high

Pull up on my friends it's a freestyle

Dripping on my neck,got the ty

I've been on the road, I'm gon' stay fine

My eyes closed down like I'm real shit

And you was in my rounds,you don't feel shit

Patiently get my crown then I'm gon' grill it

Ain't too many niggas I'll be real with

And I just ran it up,I'm president

if you're on my phone why you never been

I ran it from my blood, that's whatever said

I can't hit the road I could never run

Where you been, where you going?

Cause I'm already with my Browning

I've been on a mission to be chosen

You can't **** my bitches like a roses

I shoot a gun, I'm a closer

You've been waiting for us when you want something

Yeah I'm the only nigga that he won't touch

I don't give a ****, well, I've been going up

I make too much money to you cancel

Thumbing 30 bands my ****ing hands full

Drugs help me get shit off my mental

Just another bitch and I don't splash up

I can't take no bitch with a blindfold

I ran out of these bands with my eyes closed

I got model bitches on my iPhones

Better find someone who loves you baby I won't