The Good Ending

[Intro]
Bro, I hate Kevin
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
And she like the way I ride beats
Lil' shorty say I'm so unique
I know she gon' change like Mystique
I mob with the crew and we deep
I hop out the coupe and you mad
Lil Uzi, I'm really your dad
You really be going out sad
Remember them days I was mad
I'm that nigga your daddy don't like
He know I'm gon' make you my wife
The fruits in my labor, they ripe
Hit the city, I might take a flight
My days looking dark, I still shine
They liking the way that I rhyme
I stay in the house all the time
So no, I do not know the grind
R.I.P. X, know I'm rolling in peace
I got the bars, get you out of your seat
I got the track that gon' slap in the aux
You got a track that we know is gon' flop
I stay in the house, I record and I write
Niggas be hating, they do it in spite
I got a trophy, it sits on the wall
If you needing a nigga, just give me a call
Back it up quick or we leaving the store
They had the drip and I'm needing some more
More money, more problems, I'm feeling like Mase
Slide to her crib and let's go on a date
These niggas pull up and they really can't match us
Hit on my side and she look like an actress
Monopoly man, I run with the bag
I'm killing these beats, now you wanna collab
I'm the nigga with a plan
Never caught up in a jam
Rock it out like a band
Now you looking like a fan
Past the hills, where I'm looking
I saw her love and I took it
All this heat that I'm cooking
I took a flight out to Brooklyn

[Break]
Yeah, I make the money, it matters
That nigga lame, he a capper
I got the moves like Jagger
Yeah, I make the money, it matters
That nigga lame, he a capper
I got the moves like Jagger

[Verse 2]
I make the money, it came with a cost
Tae Retro up and I can't take a loss
I am a head, I could hire your boss
2019, no more struggle with jobs
Money on me and we looking like twins
'Member them days, I did not have no friends
Now when you see me, you thinking we kin
Flexing on niggas, but this ain't a sin
If you need a verse, I'ma send it like mail
I know some things that I just cannot tell
Flex on the beat while you're looking so frail
You say you got money, but I cannot tell
The crowd get lit when I walk through the door
I get a bucket, lil' nigga, I score
Bodies gon' jump when I come hit the floor
Don't rap about money, we know that you poor