We Up

I think love this shit too much, I wanna run a bag, do another track, and I'ma smoke a blunt They said I'ma get too much, I done played my part and gave my heart, you better come show me love Look at the money, it's piling Drippy, I don't need no stylist I ain't really try since August I told my wodie I got it I told my bitch to be honest I'm gettin' tired of balling But I ain't really tired of balling I do this shit way too often I gotta go make a profit Take off like Marvin the Martian Look for the haters, they plottin' Look for 'em How you gonna pull up on the boy and talk your shit? I just copped a look with homie and we laughing at your fit Said he really ain't a smoker but he taking many hits If he take another one then he in and out the mix In and out the mix, god damn, blasting off, he gettin' far, better catch a grip I'ma tell you one more time, this ain't for attention I done kept so many secrets, shit I shouldn't mention Told her that I loved her, I ain't care since the beginning So when you bring my name up 'bout an issue, better dead it I think it's fucked up that she tried to change me over nothing Trying to turn me NPC, I got so disgusted She try to make me kick the green, she didn't wanna trust me I was worried 'bout my happiness now I'm focused on the money I'm goin' up, don't give a f*ck, yeah I was so bored with that bitch, fell out of love, yeah Running the money, we up Fucking it up, we up Running the money, we up Yeah, yeah