Industry Sound

I ain't with the fuck shit
Industry Sound; no budget
100 milli bitch I ain't budging
Triple that shit; it ain't nothing

Surrounded by abundance
They acting like it's lacking; that's funny
I don't even do this for the money
But who the fuck don't want a bunch of money?

Oh my god I'm coming
She just got a nut off the love please
You purported slacking and you comfy
I purported running; I ain't fumbling

Suicide doors on the time machine
This that Art of War; I'm on my dynasty
Is you ride or die? Bitch don't lie to me
I gave her the tip; now she tryna meet

Bitch get on my dick if you riding deep
I'm the type win; bandwagon me
I won't let you down like I'm tryna sleep
I been doing rounds while you counting sheep

Yes I got that sound that they tryna repeat
Get ya blood rushing like amphetamines
Who you tryna be?
They give you the bag just to sit and eat

I cut you the stash if you been elite
If you holding on the dash I will not secrete
Consecrate the essence like I study things
They coiled in a basket such a ugly thing

I ain't with the fuck shit
Industry Sound; no budget
100 milli bitch I ain't budging
Triple that shit; it ain't nothing

Surrounded by abundance
They acting like it's lacking; that's funny
I don't even do this for the money
But who the fuck don't want a bunch of money?

Oh my god I'm coming
She just got a nut off the love please
You purported slacking and you comfy
I purported running; I ain't fumbling

I purported running I ain't fumbling
You MF stumbling; you funny to me
How you coming round here with ya bummy lout peer with his tummy out clear looking glum and outgeared?

Huh

Imma bounce house in a leer
All of my fouls turn to freer
Sounds
My allowance of a balance set a tier
And they ain't even listening cuz they ain't even near

They ain't even pissing in the wind
They shitting in the bath
I'm Richard with the stern
Come and catch a lift bitch I'm flyer than a bird
I utilize words and I do like to learn
Change every day
Brand new pockets with a brand new brain
Got the shit locked like a MF chain
Watch on my neck got a fucking brand name
Socks on my glock
Keep it clocked keep it clean

I ain't with the fuck shit
Industry Sound; no budget
100 milli bitch I ain't budging
Triple that shit; it ain't nothing

Surrounded by abundance
They acting like it's lacking; that's funny
I don't even do this for the money
But who the fuck don't want a bunch of money?

Oh my god I'm coming
She just got a nut off the love please
You purported slacking and you comfy
I purported running; I ain't fumbling



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link