I know
Yeah, Yeahhh-Yeah
Yeaahhh-Yeaahhh
Woah
Im in the crib, alone
Im in the crib by myself i don't got nobody to hold
15 racks on a watch another 10k on some clothes
I'm busy making this money my nigga just leave me alone
Too much guap coming in it's just gonn keep staking up
And i did all this shit by myself i came a long way from a bum
Niggas dressing like me i just be dressing for fun
Came in this bitch with a mop, came in this Bitch with a drum
Pour me up for the one time
Picking my lil shorty up we gonn have a fun time
I said for the one time
Acting like me and you talking like me, nigga i'm the only one yeah
(Yeah)
Im sick in the crib
But that aint gonn stop me from making this money
And making this bread
Girl you got me in love, you stay in my head
Niggas all up in her dms, while she in my bed
Too much wocky in my system
Nigga say he really bout his shit come blick some
2 twin glocks in the safe finna hit some
And girl you really did (uhh-uhhhh)
And girl you really did change me, for the better
I know sometimes you can hate me, i know i know
But that wont stop me from loving you
Finna rack up and count all this blue, yeah yeah yeah
(Sick as a dog in this crib)
Stack it up baby, stack it up baby
Yeah, don't know why these niggas hate me
Too much money on my mind, yeah,
Too much money on my mind, yeah
Too much money on my mind, yeah
Yeaahhh-Yeaahhh
Woah
Im in the crib, alone
Im in the crib by myself i don't got nobody to hold
15 racks on a watch another 10k on some clothes
I'm busy making this money my nigga just leave me alone
Too much guap coming in it's just gonn keep staking up
And i did all this shit by myself i came a long way from a bum
Niggas dressing like me i just be dressing for fun
Came in this bitch with a mop, came in this Bitch with a drum
Pour me up for the one time
Picking my lil shorty up we gonn have a fun time
I said for the one time
Acting like me and you talking like me, nigga i'm the only one yeah
(Yeah)
Im sick in the crib
But that aint gonn stop me from making this money
And making this bread
Girl you got me in love, you stay in my head
Niggas all up in her dms, while she in my bed
Too much wocky in my system
Nigga say he really bout his shit come blick some
2 twin glocks in the safe finna hit some
And girl you really did (uhh-uhhhh)
And girl you really did change me, for the better
I know sometimes you can hate me, i know i know
But that wont stop me from loving you
Finna rack up and count all this blue, yeah yeah yeah
(Sick as a dog in this crib)
Stack it up baby, stack it up baby
Yeah, don't know why these niggas hate me
Too much money on my mind, yeah,
Too much money on my mind, yeah
Too much money on my mind, yeah
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Writer(s): Jovani Carrillo
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