MONEY X DRUGS

[Intro]
Yuh

[Chorus]
Glock in my hand, and I'm boutta shoot it
You can't put me down, bitch I am a unit
You got money problems, I won't help you through it
Call yourself an addict but you can't even prove it
I love money and drugs
Shawty pull up, told me bring it up
I said bitch please, I'm just tryna fuck
His head on the concrete and he's spilling blood, I said fill my cup

[Bridge]
Damn, yeah, yeah, and I'm boutta get right
You ain't wanna fight
God damn, I just got a stripe
You ain't know me if you think I ain't right
Call me the Ghost Rider way I ride my bike
Smoking hella weed, think I'm boutta take a flight, let's go

[Verse 1]
Shawty wanna give me head
She just wanna have some sex
Told her if she want balenci, she can go and shoot me dead
I got all these fucking cases, imma put 'em all to bed
I got diamonds on my necklace, I got chromehearts on my head
Gonna treat it like I'm Scarface, way I'm gonna spill the lead
Way she sucking all her spit, she break an arm and a leg
I don't know why these bitches wanna say I ain't up next
If I'm ordering a hit, you won't even get a text
I been riding in my benz, and it's getting booted up
Imma pull up to the place, and I'm boutta shoot it up
I been sipping on this lean and I'm boutta throw it up
In this game with CO2, and we boutta blow it up
Yeah, MAC-10, this gon' be your last chance
I don't give a fuck if you wanna bring a mask, yeah
They thought Kaz would never make this heat, but I'm back, yeah
This beat give me echolocation like a bat, yeah

[Chorus]
Glock in my hand, and I'm boutta shoot it
You can't put me down, bitch I am a unit
You got money problems, I won't help you through it
Call yourself an addict but you can't even prove it
I love money and drugs
Shawty pull up, told me bring it up
I said bitch please, I'm just tryna fuck
His head on the concrete and he's spilling blood, I said fill my cup

[Verse 2]
If she want round two, she'll get round two
Hard to get around you, bitch I'll doubt you
Kanye going out, but the clout, it's like Bound 2
Tryna get this sound, run this town, but I'm bound to
This shit is like Hate Signs, tryna throw up gang signs
Tryna get a hit, but, you just hate mine
Tryna catch a rat with the trap but it's 6ix9ine
If you keep talking shit, episode of Dateline
All these rappers thinking they can take my spot, hell nah
Feel like X-Man, way I'm boutta go off, yeah, lil bitch

[Chorus]
Glock in my hand, and I'm boutta shoot it
You can't put me down, bitch I am a unit
You got money problems, I won't help you through it
Call yourself an addict but you can't even prove it
I love money and drugs
Shawty pull up, told me bring it up
I said bitch please, I'm just tryna fuck
His head on the concrete and he's spilling blood, I said fill my cup