F*ck what I said yesterday I want the praises A hundred million dollars in my savings It's a heist like Washington how I come up on yo playlist Bad bitch she a doctor I'm faking playing patient, wasup baby? What the cusp am I on? What the, what is this song? Twenty-two I said I be more grown But I'm still on the flow like a two year old Hear me knocking at the door, I, I kick it in Give me the dough, plus yo girlfriend Really I just wanna spit in her mouth, and f*ck her ears Now that I, got yo attentch I'ma spazz on some other shit My sapiosexual chick say I always talk about the government Stacked up some money slick, then I spent that money quick Damn what did I spend that money on? Always seem to forget, ah Living like the fli-zash On FDR pray we don't cri-zash Tryna save and not spend Yea you make six but you spent eight, I want ten I just want a bad bih with a natural tan You know what I'm saying? Forehead like Tan Yea, yea I said it If you bad bitch let me see yo hands Say if you a sad bitch then, leave yo man But if you my bitch, bring yo friend And we gone party till I put y'all to bed, hey Chasing dead presidents All I hear, bands Never cared bout no money but now I just wanna spend Dreaming on canvas's, green in my hand Wait till I get my money right then you can't tell me nothing I'm a call it like I see it when it smell fishy This the thought of what I'm feeling, nah they don't hear me And that's the reason we still stuck under puppetry Black sheep, told ma' I ain't putting up no Christmas tree Prioritized truth and every damn thang changed F*ck a tax bracket they spirit ain't in our range But I got feeling I get way more than I aimed for Elevate my thoughts, anticipate the rain course Till it's daily parades, playing charades for a billion I might take a break and point her legs to the ceiling Spiritual healing but she got villains intuition So I nickname her the USA Rob her, that's a PSA Acting on Moorish code, I swear that the greatest awaits Took time to reign supreme, divine ain't making mistakes In the zone, soon be on, money phone with twenty phones In the zone, in the zone, in the zone, in the zone Chasing dead presidents All I hear, bands Never cared bout no money but now I just wanna spend Dreaming on canvas's, green in my hand Wait till I get my money right then you can't tell me nothing