Stressed

Girl I got money to spend
I don’t make money to save up
Girl I could sleep when I’m dead
All of the bread make me stay up
I let it get to my head
I might get lost on the way up
I might get lost

It’s probably why I feel stress on my chest
I need weed, I got whiskey on my breath
You get got, you get left
Bitch I’m the goat, I’m on a roll, bitch I’m the best
Bitch I’m what’s next, I’m not like the rest
I’m not ‘bout to rest, give it a rest
Can’t be depressed, now that I flex
All of the hoes, they told mе no, now they say yes

I guess it’s ‘causе I got money to spend
I don’t make money to save up
Girl I could sleep when I’m dead
All of the bread make me stay up
I let it get to my head
I might get lost on the way up
I might get lost
Imma get lost

Girl I got money to spend
I don’t make money to save up
Girl I could sleep when I’m dead
All of the bread make me stay up
I let it get to my head
I might get lost on the way up
I might get lost

It’s probably why I feel stress on my chest
I got exes double texting ‘bout regrets
I got now hoe, I got next
I’m making hits, I’ll take your bitch, that’s how it gets
I drop a pin, come get her back
This shit a wrap, like dog where you at?
I can’t be depressed, not where I’m at
All over the map, thumbing through cash, no cap

Girl I got money to spend
I don’t make money to save up
Girl I could sleep when I’m dead
All of the bread make me stay up
I let it get to my head
I might get lost on the way up
I might get lost
Imma get lost

Girl I got money to spend
I don’t make money to save up
Girl I could sleep when I’m dead
All of the bread make me stay up
I let it get to my head
I might get lost on the way up
I might get lost
It’s probably why I feel stress