Money Pit

Fuck em
To me they ain't nothing
They ain't worth shit

I showed my connect my music
And he tried to front a brick

I said that I couldn't do it
Only thing I serve is pack
I said that I couldn't do it
You cut that shit and made it wack

Lately I been feeling stupid
I might go back selling pills
I don't really gotta do it
I just really like the thrill

I be fucking peoples bitches
I know that they want me killed
It's so hard to be so handsome
I just gotta keep it real

I'm so happy I could sleep
Different re up every week
I was stacking getting riches
You could never fuck with me

I be smoking out for free
I don't spend money on weed
I just feel like you don't like me cause you know your music weak

And you know your music trash
And you know your music shit
I was always counting cash
Now I'm in a money pit

Should I keep on making music or should I just fucking quit
I don't think that I can't do it
They just think that I ain't it



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Velez
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