How We Do

Aye aye aye I got all this money on me that I never want it But i'm making all this daily so i'm gonna stunt it Blow some tree then call her up Bitch I don't love you i'm just trying to f*ck You want a bag well you out of luck She hit my line saying hey whats up Bitch I don't care got me hanging up You want a lick i'm staying out of touch Yeah I run up a bag We run up a rack She ride too fast You gotta relax Yeah I guess that's really how it goes Never really know how the f*ck I wanna flow yeah I've been laying low for a little minute now Swear to god i'm a god, I gotta get it now Every time that i'm out I swear i'm fitted now I feel like destiny's child i got it figured out I'm fighting demons i'm perceiving things i can't pronounce In fact i'm fiending catch me dreaming like I smoked the ounce Feel like i'm higher than god and yes I love the facade But i'm just doing my job that's what i'm rapping bout Eye.eye, eyes closed world spinning I don't got a blindfold Iphone been ringing in my veins its ice cold Tidal wave, i'm gone get the green that make me write away Stay away, I might make a verse I got no time to stay Run it up, I don't feel the cup Bottles just enough Double up ounces turn to dust All up in my guts Fall over move slower fallen like a toy soldier Live high, die sober, bitch i'm just too bipolar I might just crash but i bounce back, in and out I want the bag but i still want another ounce If i get it back watch me do the dash then i'm out That's what i'm rapping bout