Goals

I got bills I got goals
I got friends that still ain't got no job
I got hoes I got squad
I got money when I swipe my credit card
You put me in this disposition
You always fight cause we don't listen
Somehow you just don't see my vision

I hit the club and do the Diddy bop
80's rock like I'm Iggy Pop
I'm smoking gas like its a Christmas tree
Out in London like I'm Mr. Bean
Don't see my vision they too Mr. Clean
Dressed down all Philip Plein
I push the Rarri through any lane
I really was that guy before they knew my name
Now I'm so diva with it
Tell em leave the studio get a Henny bottle
Some mother fucking zig zags and bring some pizza with it
I'm locking in
If I don't got the good bars than he can spit it
If I don't got no melodies that she can sing it
And I ain't fucking with you if we ain't releasing shit

I got bills I got goals
I got friends that still ain't got no job
I got hoes I got squad
I got money when I swipe my credit card
You put me in this disposition
You always fight cause we don't listen
Somehow you just don't see my vision

I hate stressing bout my bills want them already paid
Why you walking around this room like you got any say
I smoke forty five blunts like every day
I pop up on em every May
I'm out the park burns Hemingway
Plenty guop like I'm Fetty Wap
I drop the chevy top its feeling like a Bentley drop
Every morning drink a Henny shot
Im going big they playing penny slots
Back at em
Three piece suit in the back of the high rollers playing back gamin
I'm back cracking
I got goals lots of shit that I gotta make happen
So stop with the fake caping
And sending me beats that ain't slapping time is money

I got bills I got goals
I got friends that still ain't got no job
I got hoes I got squad
I got money when I swipe my credit card
You put me in this disposition
You always fight cause we don't listen
Somehow you just don't see my vision



Credits
Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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