Pain Pills

[Pre-Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it

[Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These niggas ain't real
Im that gap that niggas can't feel
I don't know what's up with niggas poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still

[Verse 1] [Cloudy Nueve]

Still do this shit that's on this side, niggas know me if they see me
Still might pull up in yo bitch ride, might be local but on TV
Where I come from we don't switch sides
Everybody tryna dick ride
When I stand on my money I'm 6'5, in the bottle just like a genie
Everybody in my face now that I'm poppin'
I got all these bitches face down I got options
Now I'm in a better place money in the case now
Neighbors yellin' turn the bass down
Never seeing eye to eye but they keep watchin'

[Pre-Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it

[Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These niggas ain't real
Im that gap that niggas can't feel
I don't know what's up with niggas poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still

[Verse 2] [Shego]

I ain't trippin' bout it
They can't see me gassed, they vision cloudy
My shit melodic, she like the way I dress, need a bitch that's poppin'
Make me the topic
I'm tryna level up, I'm tryna make this profit
Stop pocket-watchin'
I'm a bad bitch, just approach with caution
I got options I got deals and doin' numbers too
I might just take your bitch and never give her back to you
My money long, like 6 feet tall, I'm looking down on you
And if I got it my niggas know they got it too
Got it too
Then my niggas know they got it too

[Pre-Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

Money on my mind but I ain't trippin' bout it
Drippin' funds lately my account is sick and countin'
Could fix some wine still don't know what bitches bitchin' bout
Still don't give a fuck if I can get one out it

[Chorus] [Cloudy Nueve]

It's not much to choose it's too much to gain still
I'm not here to lose I'm out with the gang still
These niggas ain't real
Im that gap that niggas can't feel
I don't know what's up with niggas poppin' pain pills
And feel the pain still