Yung Le Goldmane I don't give second chances
She give me neck, on my dick she dancing
I know that bitch don't want me to leave
So she know she gotta keep it standing
Everything I do these boys jacking
Just a lost soul that's stuck in a mansion
Giving they body away for a xanax
Suckin and fuckin like hoes
Talent
I make money like master p
She 25 on ecstasy, ain't giving sluts no sympathy
Bitch ain't a thang they could do for me
Poison these kids with cash, huh
Head inside the guillotine
We used to be some sad children
Yeh but the devil done heard my screams
You gone wipe them tears and then head home
I couldn't give a fuck how you gone get there let go
I had a convo with the devil facetime on my phone
He went and sent me somewhere else
Somewhere far from home
Big boy shit, big boy status
I'm finna raise my kids in a mansion
Straight up grinding Le Goldmane fashion
Cash in abundance, I don't want rations
Remember days when the blunts was packing
Remember days when the coke was stacking
Now my motherfucking soul is free
And that's the reason that I been bragging
I keep on soaking success through my feelings
Like steak in kitchen I cook it and grill it
I'm catching some gold on the way when i'm drilling
Like knowing your purpose a hell of a feeling
Le Goldmane boy I might kick through the ceiling
Like let me in let me I might fuckin full fill it
I touched on the thousands so give me my millions
I donkey fuck that bitch in 5 more minutes
5 more minutes and 5 more hours
We wanted success and champagne showers
Wanted them racks, we wanted them fast
Double that shit like them twin towers
Turned 16 when I found my powers
We dedicate years, you dedicate hours
You pests in this world we some fuckin survivors
We fuckin them bitches you buying them flowers