MONEY MANTRA

[Intro]
Damn (bitch)
Damn (damn, bitch, damn, siddhi gang)
It's like every time I part ways from these lame-ass niggas, man, this shit just falls in my lap, shit don't stop, nigga
Damn

[Chorus]
I can't even relax
I can't even relax
I can't even sit down
Money on my back
Money in my pocket
Money in my lap
Put it on my opps
Money get him tapped
I can't even relax
I can't even relax
I can't even sit down
Money on my back
Money in my pocket
Money in my lap
Put it on my opps
Money get him tapped

[Verse]
Fuck one hundred racks
Want one hundred mil'
In one hundrеd months
I got time to kill
I'm tryna run it up
Ain't got time to feel
Ain't got time for friеnds
Ain't got time to chill
I don't even trip
Cause I can get him killed
I don't even trip
'Cause she gon eat it still
I flipped that money from them niggas, told 'em keep the deal
Can't make no money wit them niggas, they tryna keep me still
My bitches love me still
I see it in they eyes
Can't let our future go
She see it in her mind
She wan' give me control
She wan' give me her time
She tryna give me her love
I'm tryna get in her chime
Im charging hoes a fine
Coupe or the Benz? I can't choose lil' nigga
I'm fucking your ho head up, she can't choose lil' nigga
Until you get your bread up, we ain't cool, lil' nigga

[Chorus]
I can't even relax (For real)
I can't even relax
I can't even sit down
Money on my back
Money in my pocket
Money in my lap
Put it on my opps
Money get him tapped
I can't even relax
I can't even relax
I can't even sit down
Money on my back
Money in my pocket
Money in my lap
Put it on my opps
Money get him tapped