Thinking Bout

I'm thinkin' bout all the money and bitches
I'm givin' them kisses and puttin' them on
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' riches
I'm stackin' my digits, investin' in homes
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' nights
Used to sleep in my grandma's house, cold and alone
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' days used to cry for a meal
Now it's filet mignon

How could you tell me to leave you alone
I bitches high like I'm a mother fuckin' stoner
The back of the boat with the bitches from Rome
I got the baddest lil' bitches with me on the back of the boat
Bitch, she bad to the bone

I could just make me a hunnid, just need me a phone
I can make me a hunnid from home
When I just walk in this body
Lil' bitches be huggin' me, touchin' me, feelin' me out
Oh yeah, bet they gon' study me now
Oh yeah, bet they gon' buddy me now
Pop me a motherfuckin' ten again
Margiano's with some friends again

Helmet Lang right on my limbs again
Took a loss, lost hope and I win again
Look at them motherfuckin' stars today
In love with the narcs, I'm on Mars today
I bought her some lil bras, a lil' lingerie
Like a wife beater, I'm bearin' arms today
My perc and my bitches the same, they both with some tens
I'm in the sky today, okay, I'm gettin' high today
St. Michael's, I'm gettin' fly today

I'm thinkin' bout all the money and bitches
I'm givin' them kisses and puttin' them on
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' riches
I'm stackin' my digits, investin' in homes
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' nights
Used to sleep in my grandma's house, cold and alone
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' days used to cry for a meal
Now it's filet mignon

Pop me a motherfuckin' Tesla, then go to the moon, alright, alright
New blessings, Lord, baby, new life
Uh-huh, stop stressin', it's gon' be alright

I put on my jeans, my Vans, my flannel is needles
My plan, I run up some bread for my people
I blamin his man, this shit get super lethal
You thinkin' too hard if you think that I need it

She slim, mm-hmm, oh yeah, alright
I walk in style, it's throwin' money at bottle girls
Slim shit, they pushin' their bags on
I got thick shit with a lil' ass on all

Bad shit, wanna go out for lunch
Mota smokin', got vet lungs
Harajuku, Barbies right at the beach
Codeine sippin', got me slurrin' my speech

Bring em out, bring em out like Khalif
Kuromi plushes for my sister and niece
I'm thinkin' bout all of the nights I ain't have enough
Thinkin' bout fuckin' it off then add it up

Thinkin' bout takin' some shrooms in a while
And me thinkin' bout money, oh, uh-huh
My life was so awful, uh-huh
Go right to the boat to meet with Javier

The Louis buckle, that's diamond, yeah
That money talkin', bro, I'm tryin' to hear
The clothes that you rockin', I don't wanna wear
Mi Amor, I love you, man, I swear

I'm rockin' layers right up in the winter
Quick to make that block just like a center
Thinkin' bout my grandma's dinner
Thinkin' bout it all this time

I'm thinkin' bout all the money and bitches
I'm givin' them kisses and puttin' them on
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' riches
I'm stackin' my digits, investin' in homes
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' nights
Used to sleep in my grandma's house, cold and alone
I'm thinkin' bout all the motherfuckin' days used to cry for a meal
Now it's filet mignon