Bless Your Eyes

Let me get my money right, Let me get my hundreds tight You said we were brothers for life, Yeah that shit got me tight Lil' bitch wanna f*ck tonight, Lil' bro want smoke on sight I keep my chop goodnight, I tuck my chop goodbye All I see is dollar signs Pop my shit, I'm way too fly Bitch wanna f*ck cause' I'm that guy Cartier shades, I'm way too high I'm too baked, I'm way too fried Talk my shit, I can't even lie Told that hoe to wait in line Wait your turn I'll bless your eyes Bitch I been runnin', I'm countin' my hundreds or sum Drop me a bag, might go out to London this summer She don't wanna f*ck, oh well, I guess it's a bummer Every time I check that bank, I'm countin' commas Yeah, and they say how you feel Lil' bitch I'm way too real I wipe his nose he ill When I see red I kill Got ice on me can't spill When she see B she thrilled Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil (Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil) (I'm tryna chase a mil) (Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil) (Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil) Let me get my money right, Let me get my hundreds tight You said we were brothers for life, Yeah that shit got me tight Lil' bitch wanna f*ck tonight, Lil' bro want smoke on sight I keep my chop goodnight, I tuck my chop goodbye All I see is dollar signs Pop my shit, I'm way too fly She wanna f*ck cause' I'm that guy Cartier shades, I'm way too high I'm too baked, I'm way too fried Talk my shit, I can't even lie Told that hoe to wait in line Wait your turn I'll bless your eyes