Yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Cliché if it's not making dollars, baby, it's not making sense
How you picky with your art when you can't even pay your rent?
Chipped for years, and years, and years, but seems you haven't made a dent
All that dreaming shit you chasing showed its face then came and went
Feels like I'm out here scuba diving with an anchor
While my people fighting demons and the cancers
Tryna fix it singing ballads, singing anthems
How I'm so clueless with the last name Ansah
Shawty, get
Shawty, get inspired
How 'bout that?
How 'bout that this time?
Shawty, get
Shawty, get inspired
How 'bout that?
How 'bout that this time?
(Shawty, get inspired)
(How 'bout that this time?)
(Shawty, get inspired)
(How 'bout that? How 'bout that this time?)
That-that, that-that, that-that
Fuck you figure that-that, that-that, that-that?
Fuck you figure that-that, that-that, that-that?
Fuck you figure that-that, that-that, that-that?
Fuck you figure that?
Spend the money, spend the money, spend the money
Get the money, get the money, get the money
It's nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to me
If I run out, I'll just make another couple million
How he do that? Can't be sitting gentle in the storm
You gotta move that, I been busy breaking down the walls
I'm getting through that, girl, this ain't my final curtain call
I bet you knew that, knew that, knew that, knew that, trapped
If I hustle, hit the lotto, I'm just one in a milli'
Ask me how to flip it, flip it into couple of buildings
Private bars, private bars on the top of the ceiling
Lotta mollies on these bitches, they be poppin' the pillies
We got tabs, we got shrooms, we got what you be feelin'
In my whip, shit exotic, got the curb appealin'
When I go 160, we could touch stars up in this
Make a couple more, then we, then we in business
Shawty, get
Shawty, get inspired
How 'bout that?
How 'bout that this time?
Shawty, get
Shawty, get inspired
How 'bout that?
How 'bout that this time?
Shawty get
Spend the money, spend the money, spend the money
Get the money, get the money, get the money
It's nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to me
If I run out, I'll just make another couple million
Shawty, get, shawty, get, shawty, get, shawty, get
Raised in the Bay, moved to LA
Looking for the come up, many nights, sun up
First with the rays, clubs real late
Now I'm rockin' riddles, guaranteed I'm gettin' paid
Most of this is fake, ask me what I make
I can't tell you nothin', I got secrets in the safe
Secrets in my bank, people I gotta thank
Got another album, might be droppin' end of May