No Rest for the Wicked

I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang Shorty hit my line like can I kick it Told her I'm a man about my business Started blowing up my phone like why you trippin' Told her there's no rest for the wicked, ay Brody hit me up like what's good pimpin' Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked I've been up for some days Grinding out to get paid, wow Don't ask me what my shit made Pussy stay in yo lane, now Hit up frenchy for a beat and you know the bitch gonna bang, loud If I love her and I leave her, then you know the bitch Cobain, blaow Brains out People don't really change Shit ain't even the same now Been a real one since I came out Of the womb i'm digging graves now So I'm busy than motherfucker Adding up all these fuckin numbers I built myself and you don't have to love it Oh no Homie hit my text like what's the mission I said I never been too broke to pay attention He said the money's on the way, you tryna get, get, get it Told him there's no rest for the wicked. No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang I carry that flame, smoking propane, pull up in the range. Take her back my place she gone let me bang, I'ma make it rain Still the mother fucking man, screaming money ain't a thang, no My ex just hit my line like don't you miss me Miss me with bullshit, bitch you history Then I told her get a clue like whats the mystery Way too many fish up in the sea but I ain't fishing Brody hit up, like what's good pimpin'? Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang Shorty hit my line like can I kick it Told her I'm a man about my business I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang Started blowing up my phone like why you trippin' Told her there's no rest for the wicked, ay I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang Brody hit me up like what's good pimpin' Told him I can't hang around these bitches, no I ride around my town with the windows down, let that shit bang Money over hoes, that's difference, yeah Told him there's no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked No rest, no rest, no rest for the wicked