Chill Out

Yeah gettin money
Gettin money
Yeah I'ma cash out

Yeah I'ma cash out
I need bags and I need bags now
Bitch I'm ridin in the, in a hood
Ridin in the hood with my gang yeah
Fuck everybody
Fuck everybody
I'ma put a bullet through your brain yeah
Okay okay
I'm really on my shit
Ain't nobody stoppin shit
Yeah I'm really on my shit
Yeah hope they get the picture
Yeah hope they get the fucking image
Really in this bitch and I really started somethin I can't finish
Yeah oh, oh yeah
I be rockin, be steppin
I be, be ballin
Yeah big flexin
I don't really give a shit bout, bout shit
Yeah always on my goddamn shit
And always too goddamn lit
Big racks yeah I'm too goddamn, goddamn rich
Fuck everybody everybody who hate me
Yeah I be doin me, doin me as of lately
I can't really think
I need money and that drank
Bitch I need more money, more bags
Yeah more digits, more bags
Yeah I gotta run it up
If I catch a nigga slippin I'll fuck him up
Yeah fuck that nigga up
Yeah these niggas really out here trippin bruh
I ain't really give a fuck about these bitches yeah
Yeah I'm really out here livin I don't give a fuck
Yeah I gotta get this money flip that money
Flip that fucking pack yeah
Smokin on a loud pack
Yeah it's gettin loud in here
I can't even hear my demons talkin to me
I really feel these niggas yeah
Out here tryna get me
But I can't let'em, let'em get me
Yeah I'ma stay, I'ma stay solid
I'ma get this money I'ma stay ballin
I don't give a shit about these niggas
Yeah they always callin
Hittin up my phone
Yeah they always tryna chill, hangout
Niggas off they shit chill out
Yeah I'm always off these pills perked out
Yeah fuck that shit
Need cash like right now
Need money like very very bad
Yeah even though this money bad
Yeah I ain't give a fuck about these niggas
Yeah they bitches yeah they sad
Yeah okay, and I'm livin and I'm glad