Yeaaaaaahh They told me beware of this shit, but I never ever wanna listen Nah I do not feel 'em, and I never fit in, but I got a million And I know they never thought it would go like that I got 'em pissed off, now it's oh so sad You lost all my trust, you ain't gettin' it back Said I'm missing out, now you missing the racks Like why in the fuck would you get into that I seen what you 'bout, and it's all all bad I got 20 bitches they all real bad On a yacht in Miami they got real ass And now I'm in the studio sipping on ak And I got a boujee hoe sit on my lap Like you cannot fool me bro, fuck all the cap I used to be hella broke, shit make me laugh You know what we doin' I'm counting' money, flowin Y'all niggas is sum bitches I dunk on you like Yeah, she love when we get high It's in my body, geekin' I'm flyin' Closing' my eyes, pray that God take my time Chillin', I see where that counting' as mine That boy scared, know he lacking Counting cheddar, yeah the cabbage Leave you missin', like what happened 223 send you to hospital Yuh, thumbing thousands Wit a thousand I've been cashin I've been spendin' with a passion Baby, we ain't callin Anything for you I get it cause you about it I get it cause you about I get it cause you about it It seems like you only think that matters None of these hoes matter They told me beware of this shit, but I never ever wanna listen Nah I do not feel 'em, and I never fit in, but I got a million And I know they never thought it would go like that I got 'em pissed off, now it's oh so sad You lost all my trust, you ain't gettin' it back Said I'm missing out, now you missing the racks Call my money, I love them digits I'm in the room with a whole lot of women Paper come first, I know how to spend Countin' it up, yeah I get to the millions Blowing that back out, she be screamin' Throwin' my racks up like I'm dreamin' Lovin' the way that I'm muhfuckin' feelin' She said that "I love you", CTRL, ALT, DELETED I can't even trust this bitch Matter fact I don't even love this bitch She be knowing that I'm focused on the money gettin' rich That's Rule number one, I don't trust no bitch But rule number two, sayin' I still hit Number three, sayin' "do she got friends" Hit 'em up, then I'm slidin' in the Benz Pick 'em up, then I'm sliding to the crib Number four, I'm gonna do this shit again I don't trust a soul My body's cold I hate these girls I love these hoes I spent like fifty My neck on froze I told her beware This what I'm on They told me beware of this shit, but I never ever wanna listen Nah I do not feel 'em, and I never fit in, but I got a million And I know they never thought it would go like that I got 'em pissed off, now it's oh so sad You lost all my trust, you ain't gettin' it back Said I'm missing out, now you missing the racks