Pack After Pack

I’m smoking pack after pack after pack after pack
I’m addicted to the money, hit the bank then I relapse
My fingers itchin’, my stomach full but I’m still in the kitchen
I’m true to my religion, bags on me but I ain’t trippin’

Words worth a milli, I could paint a picture, but if you don’t listen how I’m supposed to mold you
I’m sorry I’m the one that said I told you so so long
No I ain’t the one to cry to

I ain’t ya man, I ain’t the one you gotta lie to, call me when nobody’s around you
I hate to say I told you but I told you so
They flexed up but that’s over now
I push weight got my muscle up
I swim with sharks, they pray I drown

I smoke pack after pack after pack after pack
Roll another one, no GPS, I got my mind on track
In the VIP with this thick hoe, pray she come home, let me beat it from the back
I spent rack after rack after rack after rack, in the club, in the mall, in the trap I got that sack
Foreign bitch she so stuck up not a Barbie she a Brat
I’m addicted to the money
I love this life I don’t look back

I’m smoking pack after pack after pack after pack
I’m addicted to the money, hit the bank then I relapse
My fingers itchin’, my stomach full but I’m still in the kitchen
I’m true to my religion, bags on me but I ain’t trippin’
I’m true to my religion, bags on me but I ain’t trippin’

I ain’t ya man, I ain’t the one you gotta lie to, call me when nobody’s around you
I hate to say I told you but I told you so
They flexed up but that’s over now
I push weight got my muscle up
I swim with sharks, they pray I drown