$ellout
I look at my wallet it's disgusting
(Ew) not a thing that I could cough up (Nope)
Gotta work around it Gotta put myself right on the top
And Get the bag that's the motica
I swear it's not all about the money
I just care bout runnin it up (Runnin it up)
I wish I could say I don't think about the popularity
But I cannot wait to blow up
I remember when I used to go and settle
Now I'm rocking hard heavy metal
This ain't no bass im calling this treble
Ghostin on the crowd like radio rebel
And I think your girl calling me now
Nomad shut up you look like a clown
But getting this bag ain't profound
If you ain't with me you are a sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Look, to be honest
I don't need a beat for conversation
Or relation on what I'm feeling with the crowd
Nowadays everyone posting they TikToks and pics on Instagram
They messing around
Thinkin I'm better than them Nah I'm bluffing anxiety got me held down.
Gettin the bag from rags to riches
That's the story that just started from the ground
Remember the days we used to blow out the candles
And the mommies would kiss us goodnight
Now I'm away from the crib and I don't got a home and now my livin is not right
Getting into nonsense always causing trouble man
I was just ready to fight
But I changed my vision only got the gaze
Focused on the stacks that are higher than kites
Im only gone mess with the money if you not with me you is against it
Married to it matrimony, tryna buy a new coupe something I can whip in
No not a spatula, no not some shoes I'm talkin bout sum for me and the crew
No home brand this where I'm at
I don't got a city to put on the map cuz It's only jus
Me and my team gotta keep that good mentality
That I don't need half the things
That most of these rappers talk about in dreams
They talkin bout sex oh nah I ain't wit that
If it ain't the bag I'm finna go dip on that
Smokin some blunts man chillax
Folding yall up in a song like a laundromat
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
(Ew) not a thing that I could cough up (Nope)
Gotta work around it Gotta put myself right on the top
And Get the bag that's the motica
I swear it's not all about the money
I just care bout runnin it up (Runnin it up)
I wish I could say I don't think about the popularity
But I cannot wait to blow up
I remember when I used to go and settle
Now I'm rocking hard heavy metal
This ain't no bass im calling this treble
Ghostin on the crowd like radio rebel
And I think your girl calling me now
Nomad shut up you look like a clown
But getting this bag ain't profound
If you ain't with me you are a sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Look, to be honest
I don't need a beat for conversation
Or relation on what I'm feeling with the crowd
Nowadays everyone posting they TikToks and pics on Instagram
They messing around
Thinkin I'm better than them Nah I'm bluffing anxiety got me held down.
Gettin the bag from rags to riches
That's the story that just started from the ground
Remember the days we used to blow out the candles
And the mommies would kiss us goodnight
Now I'm away from the crib and I don't got a home and now my livin is not right
Getting into nonsense always causing trouble man
I was just ready to fight
But I changed my vision only got the gaze
Focused on the stacks that are higher than kites
Im only gone mess with the money if you not with me you is against it
Married to it matrimony, tryna buy a new coupe something I can whip in
No not a spatula, no not some shoes I'm talkin bout sum for me and the crew
No home brand this where I'm at
I don't got a city to put on the map cuz It's only jus
Me and my team gotta keep that good mentality
That I don't need half the things
That most of these rappers talk about in dreams
They talkin bout sex oh nah I ain't wit that
If it ain't the bag I'm finna go dip on that
Smokin some blunts man chillax
Folding yall up in a song like a laundromat
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
Sellout Sellout
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Writer(s): Isaac Hilts
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