FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
For fuck's sake's
How many bucks I make in one day
Some say, I'm making too much for me to complain
Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui
They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
How many bucks can you make in just like one day
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
Can they leave me alone for just like one day
One shorty stick by my side, we call her scotch tape
Boy, you know they tripping, like tennis shoes when they unlaced
Some days, I wanna go lay, maybe just sunbathe
Man, they think I'm tweaking like Kendrick, 'cause hoe that blunt laced
A lot to you, ain't shit to me, it's more like chump change
You acted like a bum your whole life, I thought that chumps change
Drug free, 'cause I can't imagine the look on mums face
If she ever heard that the popo brought me to upstate
Abstain, from taking bumps or smoking palm trees
But it's hard for me to get out of this shit, like cum stain
I cannot control it like, see, I'm tryna cut and paste
To me it can't be done, like trying to make a puppet sing
Popping beans, mixed with the lean, it make my stomach sting
I'm extinct, when I'm in heaven the angels hum in sync
Bitch I been going through things, I look I be rummaging
Picking up the pack from the plug when I walk in something stink
The shit that smell like kitten piss
Rolling up a joint with the paper I write my writtens with
Shit too hot to handle, need gloves or oven mittens, bitch
We make a fucking X out the hoe, like using knitting sticks
Your bitch on my wishlist
Looking like Christmas
Shit isn't working, like dating long distance
Or running a mile with torn meniscus
I'm bout to pop like cystic zits and
Killer assassin, village in panic
Stealing the cash from villians who have it
Tripping on acid, sniffing that bad shit
Nose is dripping, dibbling and dabbling
For fuck's sake's
How many bucks I make in one day
Some say, I'm making too much for me to complain
Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui
They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
How many bucks can you make in just like one day
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
Can they leave me alone for just like one day
How many bucks I make in one day
Some say, I'm making too much for me to complain
Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui
They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
How many bucks can you make in just like one day
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
Can they leave me alone for just like one day
One shorty stick by my side, we call her scotch tape
Boy, you know they tripping, like tennis shoes when they unlaced
Some days, I wanna go lay, maybe just sunbathe
Man, they think I'm tweaking like Kendrick, 'cause hoe that blunt laced
A lot to you, ain't shit to me, it's more like chump change
You acted like a bum your whole life, I thought that chumps change
Drug free, 'cause I can't imagine the look on mums face
If she ever heard that the popo brought me to upstate
Abstain, from taking bumps or smoking palm trees
But it's hard for me to get out of this shit, like cum stain
I cannot control it like, see, I'm tryna cut and paste
To me it can't be done, like trying to make a puppet sing
Popping beans, mixed with the lean, it make my stomach sting
I'm extinct, when I'm in heaven the angels hum in sync
Bitch I been going through things, I look I be rummaging
Picking up the pack from the plug when I walk in something stink
The shit that smell like kitten piss
Rolling up a joint with the paper I write my writtens with
Shit too hot to handle, need gloves or oven mittens, bitch
We make a fucking X out the hoe, like using knitting sticks
Your bitch on my wishlist
Looking like Christmas
Shit isn't working, like dating long distance
Or running a mile with torn meniscus
I'm bout to pop like cystic zits and
Killer assassin, village in panic
Stealing the cash from villians who have it
Tripping on acid, sniffing that bad shit
Nose is dripping, dibbling and dabbling
For fuck's sake's
How many bucks I make in one day
Some say, I'm making too much for me to complain
Must say, they mess with my peace, or call it feng shui
They acting like they shooting that piece, we call it pump fake
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
How many bucks can you make in just like one day
For fuck's sake
Oh lord, for fuck's sake
Can they leave me alone for just like one day
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Writer(s): Kyle Han
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