I'm getting so throwed I aint went this hard since I was 18 Apologize if I say, anything I don't mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these room niggas?
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one
I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I'm a maid nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming Ha, aint nothing sweet but the swishas Im focused might as well say cheese for the pictures
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I'm young And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one Yeah, fuck it, I'm on one Yeah, I said I'm on one Fuck it, I'm on one