6 Months

[Intro]
(LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
Come on, I ain't have no Don today, so I'm gon' face a zip
Huh, I ain't have no Don today, so I'm gon' face a zip
Huh, I went to Cane's yesterday, they had me taken—

[Verse]
Huh, I ain't have no Don today, I'm just gon' face a zip
Huh, I went to Cane's yesterday, they had me taken pics
Huh, Lee keep askin' me to stop, he need to take a piss, come on
Huh, I'm quick to raise my Glock up, I'm not gon' raise a bitch
Come on, I can't babysit
Come on, I got plays to hit
Huh, fuck a relationship, I got a stage to hit
Huh, I put some ass and titties on her, they think I made the bitch
Huh, my bitch wasn't tryna fuck tonight, I got a maid to hit
Huh, I left my watch at home, but still I'll hold my wrist up
Huh, I left the lil' cars alone and bought a big truck
Huh, it's time to hit the road, big bro gotta get picked up
Huh, you can mark my words, I'm gon' be rich in six months
Huh, the label asked me for two tapes, they only gettin' one
Huh, I won't trip they don't buy it, I got a brick tucked
Huh, you don't send the deposit, then I ain't gettin' up
Huh, wasn't enough paper on the contract, it's gettin' ripped up
Huh, I pop up fresh too death, they think I got a coffin on
Come on, I smoke a nigga top, I hear 'em coughing wrong
Come on, I'll always keep a blick wit' me, I won't get caught alone
Come on, she like, "You always smell like weed", so I just bought cologne
Come on, I just be tellin' her, "She mine", I never brought her home
Hm, my mama kicked me out the crib, she still gettin' bought a home
Huh, I hit the range, I can't leave 'til the targets gone
Bro said he won't be done scammin' 'til the targets gone
Huh, my lawyer that, he won't stop fightin' 'til the charges gone
Huh, how I catch a flight here and take a Charger home?
Huh, only sale soft in this, I got a harder phone
Fuck if your record wit' platinum, I got a harder song
Hm, you can't please everybody, fuck how a nigga feel
If you stop the fuck-shit and start rapping, you'll probably get a deal
I'ma beat the road down forever, fuck how the engine feel
I can't rap about no palm trees and privates, I'm in the trenches still
Huh, you can't give up on grindin' because the mission failed
Huh, I never thought 'bout signin', they just present a deal
Huh, my bitch be signin' up for shit, she be inventin' bills
Huh, I can't talk on the phone yet, I'm in here ventin' still
Huh, I got three cars to drive, your nigga rentin' still
My daughter three, but by the way she talk to you, you'll think she sick for real
Hm, might act like that shit ain't hurt, but I was sick for real
I'd be lyin', I told you my heart was broke, that bitch got ripped for real
Hm, I gotta stand on all ten 'cause I'll trip for real
I'm tellin' bro nem', "I ain't shit", they tryna tell me that I'm lit for real
Huh, the fuck is sleep? I barely got some time to sleep for real
How you commit a crime and don't wanna do time? You a bitch for real

[Outro]
Like, you ain't really like you
If you do some shit like that, you need to stay far the fuck away from me, no cap
Real Money Counter, MINE shit, bitch
It's Thirty