$x$=$$
I want my money to multiply
Can't fuck it up
Funds in the bank
Can I bank on trust?
With some bangers
I bang out to bang out trucks
For the bands with the band that I band
With the fa
More than a bang and fuck
Cup of that uh, I just say less
You know my motto staccato
Mind on the truth
And my drive on full throttle
I'm under pressure like Logic in 14'
People ask if there's logic in big dreams
You worry bout that
I'm just plotting on victory
All of these rhymes are just part of a big scheme
I don't need to a ride a wave
I'm the same
I'm a shark during a Noah's ark
Ya'll stuck on the boat
I'm at home at heart
Threat behind bars like Bonaparte
I need my money to multiply
Can't fuck it up
Funds in the bank
Can I bank on trust?
With some bangers
I bang out to bang out trucks
For the bands with the band that I band
With the fa
Man I can't give it up
My momma she done gave enough
Be drowning in my sorrows
Hope this bottle help me feel the love
Man I was feeling down
Keep my head up (Cash, weed)
Really trynna learn my lessons (Money, greed)
Still trynna free my stresses (Mula, green)
I need that money for depression (Benji, bling)
Yet I know imma be that nigga (I'm spending spree)
Man y'all don't wanna see that nigga (Kill 'em, bleed)
Can't fuck it up
Funds in the bank
Can I bank on trust?
With some bangers
I bang out to bang out trucks
For the bands with the band that I band
With the fa
More than a bang and fuck
Cup of that uh, I just say less
You know my motto staccato
Mind on the truth
And my drive on full throttle
I'm under pressure like Logic in 14'
People ask if there's logic in big dreams
You worry bout that
I'm just plotting on victory
All of these rhymes are just part of a big scheme
I don't need to a ride a wave
I'm the same
I'm a shark during a Noah's ark
Ya'll stuck on the boat
I'm at home at heart
Threat behind bars like Bonaparte
I need my money to multiply
Can't fuck it up
Funds in the bank
Can I bank on trust?
With some bangers
I bang out to bang out trucks
For the bands with the band that I band
With the fa
Man I can't give it up
My momma she done gave enough
Be drowning in my sorrows
Hope this bottle help me feel the love
Man I was feeling down
Keep my head up (Cash, weed)
Really trynna learn my lessons (Money, greed)
Still trynna free my stresses (Mula, green)
I need that money for depression (Benji, bling)
Yet I know imma be that nigga (I'm spending spree)
Man y'all don't wanna see that nigga (Kill 'em, bleed)
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Writer(s): Nick Aluoch
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