On The Road (Interlude)

Yea nigga I really did it I done made some bread, and got some head from bitches in different cities I just left from Charlotte, like Orlando, I'm in Magic City I just left New Orleans, f*ck the bitch, gave her the boot I kicked her I done been here before, everything I did I swear I already did it I don't do no cap, but I just left Lids to go get me a fitted I'm a fly ass nigga in a different time zone, but I drove here with it Cuz asked me for five dollars yesterday and I just watched him flip it Five dollars, I'll turn it into a thousand, a thousand into a million I was feeling down I had to lift up like a butt Brazilian I just left from Houston, no Deshawn Watson, these bitches feel me Money counter like music to my ears, it sing like Bryson Tiller Micheal Jackson, all my bitches bad, she know ima thrill her Treat her good, but when I f*ck her, treat her like trash, I hope her momma ain't listening 1s, 5s, and 10s, I don't even count em, give em to the homeless people Money in my pocket, I don't try to show it, but it's poking just like some cleavage