Mr Mine

Hi, I'm running on this money like time
If that ass is calling me you know it gets declined
I don't fuck with people who don't give me piece of mind
So go tell that hating bitch to stop tryna bang my line

Perfect buckets, final quarter
Crossing tax brackets like borders
If it's money I'm a hoarder
I got 20 rings like Mordor
Damn that fit is an eye sore
I guess your wallets out of order
Why look can't afford her
You need to learn the pecking order

Mine, if I want it then it's gonna be mine
I just can't handle this life
Too many bitches that I got to pipe
Too many tryna be my wife

Now that I got a bit of cheese
All the rats came rushing through the fucking cracks and the crease
Where were you when I was in the detox getting therapy
Probably laughing talking shit about the suicidal freak

But I'm back bitch
I could make a mill and probably still be sad bitch
I need to stay distracted let me break your back bitch
I don't give a fuck if she classy or ratchet
Hipster bitches places always smell like cat piss

Lost boy, frost soul, zero chill, never gold
Iced out razors for my wrists so my bloods cold
Living with depression Yeah my roommate is an asshole
As long as I'm breathing might as well up the cash flow

Hi, I'm running on this money like time
If that ass is calling me you know it gets declined
I don't fuck with people who don't give me piece of mind
So go tell that hating bitch to stop tryna bang my line

Mine, if I want it then it's gonna be mine
I just can't handle this life
Too many bitches that I got to pipe
Too many tryna be my wife



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Writer(s): Tyler Mcallister
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