​​​rat race

[Intro]
In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold
In a trance, money dance, wallet can't, can't
In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold
(If you not fuckin' with NOVAGANG, you a dub)

[Verse 1]
Open up the front door, it smell like it's fronto (NOVAGANG)
It's some random bitch, said she wanna smoke
Ain't no room for weed in my lungs, ho
Open up the pack, it attack me
Read it on my face like it's acne
Geekin' in this motherfuckin' taxi
They gon' throw my ass in the backseat
And I need to learn to cut my losses, but I can't though
But it still a couple bands on the pants though
Always spend a couple bands when I can't cope
Take a pill, fall asleep, now my hands cold

[Chorus]
In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold
Watch your back 'cause yo mans is your damn bro'
Walkin' round in tall grass, be careful
Ain't no Trues on my ass, I'm a weirdo

[Verse 2]
Throw me in the trashcan, ride it 'til the wheels broke
Now I'm seeing ghosts like it's Pac-Man
Get some money? Please, don't be that mad
Don't know how my haters be that mad
Dressed in all black like I'm Batman
Homemade gun straight from the Afghans
Tell me what you want, I don't really wanna ask, man
Moving money like a charity
I got these pussy niggas scared of me
When I come around, they like to be where I be
She like, "Quinn, slow down, you scarin' me!"
All I need is my bitch to take care of me
All I need is my team to prepare me

[Outro]
Pour me up a soda (I ain't tryna think tonight)
Pour me up some Cola (I ain't tryna drink tonight)
Pour me up a soda (I ain't tryna feel tonight)
(Lately, I've been feelin' right)