Thank you.
Got drugs if you need em Open my feet up, breathe in
I'll share my covers if you wanna see, but guess we're both pretty lucky
No words of disaster Like I'm all good, then I just fall
I'll take this high any day of the week.
I got a lot of fucking money.
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang.
I got a lot of fuck in my name
Why are we stuck on the surface?
Let's go back to the basics There's so much beyond what we see
But I know it's not a secret One day you'll wake up and realize If you treat it hot, you'll be flyin' Wings hold your power and now you are free I got love instead of money I got love instead of money I got love instead of money
I got love, I got love, fucking money
We smoking good over here.
Oh, man.
I got a lot of fucking money I will always be the type to love my life The money never left me right where I'm supposed to be Right, and I'm the dopest Treat these rappers like to groceries What am I supposed to eat?
I'm smoking weed, you post elite Overseas votes and PJs Blue skies, all the niggas see in these days So high, really got a need for these shades You and I, truth or lie, do or die, do or ride Suicides, lose your guy, too much pride
This shit is priceless, I fade it out.
Together there's nothing to worry about.
Yup.
Yup.
As long as we're honest, we're both good to go
There's something about me I think you should know Uh, uh
I got love instead of money I got love instead of money
I got love, I got love, fucking money.
You can hit this part with a melody.
Uh, Taylor's.
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang.
I got love, fuck and money
