Things to Buy

I'm a mad scientist making beats in my lab Have a bachelor degree throw that shit in the trash Only coming for my money once I get it I dash I lock it in the safe I throw it all in my stash Got a brick can you break it though Sitting on a single zip then I'm getting down low Always puffing on my drough Something all my homies know I can weigh any amount with my fucking eyes closed Call me Cotton Eye Joe Picking bud from the grow Trading green for the dough F*ck the feds at the door People coming and go Treat my op like the store I've been trying to stop But I'm always buying more So I said Mother f*ck 5.0 I have a million things to buy Take a trip out to LA, Paris, Madrid, and Dubai I'll spend a summer sipping scotch I'm rolling up and getting high I'm living life And doing my own damn thing About all the fucking time With my money right around zero I'd be lying if I said I could have never use some syrup A little sugar and some dough I could have never see it clearer With a plan and no fear I started looking in the mirror I said I'll never be defeated This the end of an era Y'all depend on each other And I'm just one single brother With a mind that is fed up And it's starting to sound repetitive But I want all life's amenities So I'm saying Mother f*ck 5.0 I have a million things to buy Take a trip out to LA, Paris, Madrid, and Dubai I'll spend a summer sipping scotch I'm rolling up and getting high I'm living life And doing my own damn thing About all the fucking time So get out of my way Just get out of my way Just get out my Just get out my Just get out my Just Just get out of my way Just get out of my way Just get out of my way Just get out my Just get out my Just get out my