Money Man raps how he was lost in the world until he found himself from hustling. Money Man states “even with the money i wont change.” No matter how much money he has it wont change him because he was once lost. Money Man also spits a few braggadocios bars about his come up to fame and wealth.
[Chorus]
Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin' this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give excellent top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim, it's precise and it's perfect
When I go in, she feelin' it perfect
NBA money, I need a jersey
Kickin' shit in a penthouse that's furnished
She came over, we fucked on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hangin' with felons and murderers
Keep my name out your mouth or we burnin' you
Send the addy, we pull up and servin' you
XD, the nine is a miniature
Plottin' on niggas, we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil' bitch from Decatur, she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil' ratchet
Keep a weed man, just showed me his factory
Sippin' drank, I ain't sippin' no daiquiri
[Verse]
All this swipin' increasin' my salary
Different cities, I took this shit national
She say, "Please come and go in my vaginal"
Fendi jogger, my outfit be casual
Gucci headband, but no, I'm not hoopin'
Niggas push up on us, then they stupid
They ain't hip to the dawg, well, they clueless
Bought a stick and I know I'ma use it
Me and my niggas on the same page
When talkin' on the phone, we use codenames
White Benz same color cocaine
We ain't fuckin' 'round with no lames
On my left hand, four rings
All these blues, ain't no change
Even with the money, I won't change
Even with the fame, I'm humble
One way ticket into Humboldt
All these racks, need two vaults
Shout out my niggas in Duval
Free all my niggas behind the wall
Wish I could burn one with all of y'all
Wish y'all had no time at all
There's money out here and I'ma find it all
I'ma go fill up this Louis duffle
Four years ago, I still struggled
Now I got a sack and I'm still hustlin'
My lil' youngin gon' kill somethin'
Heard your mixtape, I ain't feel nothin'
The streets, ain't no trust for real
Need an M before I sign a deal
Seen the scale and it gave me chills
Remember just keep it real
[Chorus]
Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin' this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give excellent top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim, it's precise and it's perfect
When I go in, she feelin' it perfect
NBA money, I need a jersey
Kickin' shit in a penthouse that's furnished
She came over, we fucked on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hangin' with felons and murderers
Keep my name out your mouth or we burnin' you
Send the addy, we pull up and servin' you
XD, the nine is a miniature
Plottin' on niggas, we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil' bitch from Decatur, she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil' ratchet
Keep a weed man, just showed me his factory
Sippin' drank, I ain't sippin' no daiquiri
Lost was written by Money Man.
Lost was produced by G Loudz Beats.