Suzi Analogue

I just packed my bag to go to work, finna go berserk
Louis V spree, making bank, getting rich for sure
Gave up everything to get this bag, all I do is work
Still paid the bills, feeling reckless, think I'm finna splurge

Ah shit running late, high speed octane
I can't be late
blue lights street pace on the E-way
I can't delay, on feet East Bay
I can't be late
Marble floors and furniture, that ain't nothing I can't earn
I just met the boss, she ain't know I was an amateur
Tuning in so I can learn, all these bills are immature
I'm just staying patient, there ain't too much that I can't endure
One hour in its crazy
Numero two was basic
Three, four, five, six, seven
I'm spacing
Eight hours fast, might crash vision hazy
Traffic jam, I hate it
Oh wait, what I have for lunch
Corporate card, what we get for brunch
Twin just lost 50k in this shit,
Way I'm working, I'ma earn my name in this shit,
Hit my cell, all my clientele, really lit as hell
Check the mail, check the paper trail, we locked in like jail
In the field, can't snake about no money, that's forsaken money
Where I'm from, we ain't saving money, we just making money
Ain't no money, I done ate the money, aint that crazy money
I just know it's gon take some money, to start making money
Burnt the money, I done hurt the money, I'm so turnt with money
Getting to the bag, but I know that ain't my purpose money

I just packed my bag to go to work, finna go berserk
Louis V Spree, making bank, getting rich for sure
Gave up everything to get this bag, all I do is work
Had the nerve to plot against me bad, but it didn't work

Shoutout Professor Analogue