Porsche

I don't go chasin’ these hoes I could just flex with my girl I want my stacks in the coupe I want my momma in pearls I want a house in the hills I want an automobile I don't need beds in the trap house You know I’m trap for real I could just sleep in the Porsche I could just sleep in the Porsche If money is happiness I do not have any I wanna sleep in the Porsche I fall asleep in a chain I light it up like a torch Young nigga don't want no fame Just wanna sleep in a Porsche Just wanna sleep, sleep Just wanna sleep in a Porsche, yeah What's fifty something to a rich nigga? To a poor nigga that's stacks I just want fifty too with a couple zero's for a foreign coupe, and that's facts I just want more than you, and that's that I just want fortitude, with less chats I just want VVS's on VVS's rep UIP and that's Pack Poor problems that's more problems than money brings, and that's truth dog I don't ever want a new hoe Just a foreign coupe in that new home 50k in the booth though Suicidal in two doors I'm a visionary, f*ck missionary All it brings is just new woes, like man I'm sick of these niggas coz all of 'em testing me I'm sick of these bitches coz none of 'em tempting me I'm sick of my friends coz all of you stressing me I’m sick of just flexin’ on all of my enemies I don't go chasin’ these hoes I could just flex with my girl I want my stacks in the coupe I want my momma in pearls I want a house in the hills I want an automobile I don't need beds in the trap house You know I’m trap for real I could just sleep in the Porsche I could just sleep in the Porsche If money is happiness I do not have any I wanna sleep in the Porsche I fall asleep in a chain I light it up like a torch Young nigga don't want no fame Just wanna sleep in a Porsche I fall asleep in a fake chain Still not enough for the fake J's Still I ain't flexin, pretendin, no droppin or spendin’ to act like I'm fake paid See me, I'm reppin’ the same thangs See me, I'm reppin’ the same gang See me, I'm duckin’ and swervin’ and movin’ a g You still in the same lane How the f*ck rich niggas stay rich? Why the f*ck broke niggas so broken? My new friends so comfortable But my broke niggas chase tokens I don’t want fame and shit F*ck games and shit I don't f*ck around with the lames and shit I f*ck with the niggas that wanna be bigger, who look up and then aim for shit So I'm sick of these niggas coz all of ‘em testing me I'm sick of these bitches coz none of ‘em tempting me I'm sick of my friends, they turn into enemies F*ck all them niggas that think they ahead of me No one could better me I don't go chasin’ these hoes I could just flex with my girl I want my stacks in the coupe I want my momma in pearls I want a house in the hills I want an automobile I don't need beds in the trap house You know I’m trap for real I could just sleep in the Porsche I could just sleep in the Porsche If money is happiness I do not have any I wanna sleep in the Porsche I fall asleep in a chain I light it up like a torch Young nigga don't want no fame Just wanna sleep in a Porsche