Relegio

We're lonely
We're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers

I said that's the bad guy
Look at my wrist, it's flooded. Religion on me, just bought it
Run up on me, gon' pop it. Like a zit or something
I'ma go get to the cash. I'ma go get to the racks

I'ma go get to the stacks. I'ma leave you in the past
Run up on me, that's okay. I'ma go do my thing
Man up to the cash, no ring. I'ma go get my cash
Run up on me, can't catch up. Hit these things like ketchup

Look bro, you can't catch up
Branded religion on my wrist. Me and my bros stay rich
Still up, towing on the sticks. Still up, towing on the clips
I'ma leave them in the past. You don't want no smoke

You don't want no cash. Like a cigarette pack
I'ma go do my thing. Man up to the cash, no ring
Topaz on me, make him sing
Pantyhose like Doremi

I'ma go do my thing
Man up to the cash, no ring
I'ma go do my thing. Man up to the cash, I'ma need me a ring
Watch what I do. Pull up on them with a tool

Topaz make him, make him sing
Like he need all the tools, but I don't need no tool
I just need you
I've been stuck in my mind, stuck in my prime

Stuck in my mind, stuck in my prime
Trying to figure out other things
Things that don't make sense
Don't make sense to me, but hopefully in the future

They make sense to me
Then I'm switching on your boy
Getting called out of Illinois
Run up on me, got a chopper, I'ma call ya

I'ma do my thing
Choppers on my hip, you know I leave them in the past
I leave them in the grave
I'ma get his money and that's regardless

Boy you tryna hide in them apartments
Pick up on me, yeah it's getting ugly
L-O-L to you, but it ain't funny
I'ma do my thing

I'ma get his paper
Ballin' so hard, they gon' feel me for the Lakers
I'ma get my paper
Boy you cannot catch up

I be in the back of the Benz
I pull up and I get my cash up
I'ma do my thing
Pull up on a scene

You know I'm the best thing that happened to her
But I'ma go and do it
Don't care how you do it, but it's lanky how I do it
I'ma go and check him up

Lanky how I get me a check
Run up on me, it's over with
Tell your nigga I text him, yeah
I had him let us over, yeah

I'ma do my thing
You know I pop him and I spray dope
Run up on me, yeah you know I have money at the window
Stendo, towing at the window

Run up on me, choppers, I'ma hit him
Hit him up, then you know he kill him for his info
I'ma do my thing every day, that's regardless
Flexin' so hard like I'm Terry Crews

Countin' on my bills, yeah they stand blue
You tryna take my place but you can't do what I do
Can't do what I do
I'ma make the money only time I'm doin' math

I'ma get the cash, that's regardless, get the bag
I'ma get the money and that's forever, that's for sure
That's for sure
That's for sure