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I ain’t looking for money in wrong places I ain’t looking for bitches with no patience Soft spot for liquor its bombayshish Roll a little weed we’re feeling like we’re in space ships Two times with her nothing feeling rehearsed Till it gets to close F*ck around and shift to reverse Fucks I give might be whipping a hearse Might be dead at 2 2 by the end of the verse I cough my lung I breathe my truth I judge my self Like me like you I need new things like you like too I need at least two mill fore I leave this zoo Where my minds gone Where my minds gone Where my minds gone I don’t really need it back Two blunts in the back of a Cadillac Where my minds gone nothing ever fades low Nothing ever fades low Sun lights where it’s supposed to be Bling blow on my wrist like it’s supposed to be I ain’t really been popping like I’m supposed to be I should drop a few thousand like I’m supposed to be I should get like Baby roll my weed while I roll away 250,000 faces a nigga fake Smiling Laughing while I’m getting cake Wilin Tryna see a bigger plate While I’m Slacking Baby want a piece of this back end I’m just tryna see how that back bends Camera rolling now it’s time for action Ball park figures no capping Big time sipper no yakking Throw up Pour up for a nigga making waves in the sand Dry beach not a desert get her wetter than my other plans Comprehend put a couple million in my mothers hands Just to show her that she raised a killer not a simple man Sea side east side we high living Three times she tried caught no feelings Beside these thighs deep vibes in it White lies no ties pay no visits