Money Pants

[Chorus]
If you need some sh*t, hit my line im the f*ckin man
Pullup in the club with them bands some f*ckin xans
Spent 50k on this pants thats my money pants
She do everything for the gang she a super fan

Sprite on my cup and its pink
She notice the drip now she trying to link
Got eyes on my back and it never blinks
I'm too F*ckin Faded Getting to hard to think

Plug x3
Iphone keep on ringing
Keep the money coming imma stack it to the ceiling
F*ck what you think And F*ck what you feelin
F*ck what you think B*tch F*ck what you Feelin
F*ck what you Feelin

Just Keeping It real
I Only want Deals
I do it for thrill and i do it for bills
Smoke a fat Blunt, im just trying to chill ayee yuhh
Im just Trying to Chill ayee

*sadboigoon*
She hit me on mah voicemail
Said I had to meet her at the hotel
Cruisin through the city that I know well
All my F*cking Doubters just bе chasing on their own tail

Lemme tеll ya bout lil old tale
A folk story bout a lil young male
Every morning only eatin on that oatmeal

Sittin while he lookin for another dope deal
Another dope F*ckin deal

A verse had just risen that only was written by him
No I ain't kidding, He spreading a vision
That one day he gon level up a division
Bars will be spat , Get it Put mah city on the map
No wack shit I dont F*ck with that
Spray u with Gats but you wouldn't feel a thing
Ye it's too F*cking fast, I end u with that

[Chorus x2]
If you need some Sh*t, hit my line im the F*ckin man
Pullup in the club with them bands some F*ckin xans
Spent 50k on this pants thats my money pants
She do everything for the gang she a super fan