Project 18
The fakes I'm surrounded
The money I'm counting
Putting in work
Dripping like fountain
I'm putting in time
I'm making that cash
Any spare time, me and the boys
We hop on the track
We going full blast
We go on attack
She giving me neck, and giving it back
I hop on the track, catch me a lil case
My bitch is so bad, just look at her face
I'm out in space
It's time to relocate
He one of the greats
Fuck out my face
Bitch you know I need my personal space
One of the greats, need me a mansion
Right by the lake
Look at my bank
Steak on my plate
You got monopoly money, boy that's fake
Let's not pretend, you not on my level
She talking bout cars, bitch I got several
You talking bout demons
I got a head full
Day in the life, shit is so dreadful
Fuck going to work, I'm sick of my schedule
I'm ripping the gas, I'm stomping that pedal
Dog, right out the kettle
She not the One so why would I settle?
I'm really blessed, I'm feeling so special
Don't be afraid to stomp on that pedal
How many racks? I'm talking several
No one really on my level
I gotta go and get seven
I been spitting since eleven
Candle lit jam session
Got a room full of these legends
And they really my best friends
Chain stronger than your necklace
I remember I was reckless
Now I'm steady home trekking
Basses loaded and I slam it
I ain't from this planet
I don't expect you understand it, but
I got money you can't manage
Puttin in work did damage
This beat gon' need a bandage
Pass the blunt to an alien before I come back to this planet
The money I'm counting
Putting in work
Dripping like fountain
I'm putting in time
I'm making that cash
Any spare time, me and the boys
We hop on the track
We going full blast
We go on attack
She giving me neck, and giving it back
I hop on the track, catch me a lil case
My bitch is so bad, just look at her face
I'm out in space
It's time to relocate
He one of the greats
Fuck out my face
Bitch you know I need my personal space
One of the greats, need me a mansion
Right by the lake
Look at my bank
Steak on my plate
You got monopoly money, boy that's fake
Let's not pretend, you not on my level
She talking bout cars, bitch I got several
You talking bout demons
I got a head full
Day in the life, shit is so dreadful
Fuck going to work, I'm sick of my schedule
I'm ripping the gas, I'm stomping that pedal
Dog, right out the kettle
She not the One so why would I settle?
I'm really blessed, I'm feeling so special
Don't be afraid to stomp on that pedal
How many racks? I'm talking several
No one really on my level
I gotta go and get seven
I been spitting since eleven
Candle lit jam session
Got a room full of these legends
And they really my best friends
Chain stronger than your necklace
I remember I was reckless
Now I'm steady home trekking
Basses loaded and I slam it
I ain't from this planet
I don't expect you understand it, but
I got money you can't manage
Puttin in work did damage
This beat gon' need a bandage
Pass the blunt to an alien before I come back to this planet
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Writer(s): Colson Davis
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