Don't play with my money, don't play with my mind Don't play with my fucking emotion I'm waiting on trial and it's been a while And I ain't got time for emotion
While you walking aisles, I'm running miles, and I ain't got time to be coasting.
So look at my file.
I'm counting piles of money.
I know who you fucking with.
It's me, myself.
I've been moving all up by myself and getting to the top.
You can't stop what's already on us.
So step out to the side I've been grindin' since a little kid So I would never lie
I'm a motherfucking monster now that you just can't control.
I'll just say the fuck I wanna and just.
Do the fuck you don't.
You don't understand the message.
Kid, then back the fuck up.
I'm a motherfucking gangster in this business, so I won't go and bow down to the
people that just wanna see me fall, so go fuck yourself and all that shit, cause I can't
do no wrong.
I'm a dream and I'm an angel.
I'm a god so what the fuck?
You don't know what I've been going through, so miss me when you fart tight.
Ho!
Oh, oh, oh.
Don't play with my money, don't play with my mind, don't play with my fucking emotion.
I'm waiting on trial and it's been a while and I ain't got time for emotion.
While you walking aisles, I'm running miles and I ain't got time to be coasting.
So look at my file.
I'm counting piles of money from changing the voice.
Speaking on the ground, I thought our lives would never change.
We try, we try, we try to get through motherfucking pain.
Tied my life away for nothing.
Thought that I had just fell off.
Stuck inside a prison for my mama, I will not give up.
I'm still on my zone, still with no phone, I ain't got nothing to prove to.
You and your friends, you can pretend that I don't exist or amuse you.
Say what you want, I'm hittin' blunts with people you think it don't matter Normal is fuck, front if you want, you just don't know what I'm after Doing what's all up south, all up and down the fuckin' globe We took nothing, made it something, then got robbed of all our hopes I've been ducking, I've been diving, I don't know if I'm still afloat So just count me out again, you bitches motherfuckin' know
Don't play with my money, don't play with my mind, don't play with my fucking emotion.
I ain't no child, it's been a while, and I ain't got time for emotion.
While you walking aisles, I'm running miles And I ain't got time to be coasting
So look at my file, I'm countin' piles of money from streams in the ocean
