Sassa Money ft. Orish Lyrics

I need my Sassa money

From the fucking government

That's my suitcase

It got nothing in it

Need my fucking paper

Like the paper man

Life gave me lemons

I make lemonade

Ay

Feel like paperboi

I'm bout to kick the door

I am real annoyed

Cause your music makes me snore

Must've struck a nerve

Cause your shit is sounding forced

Take it back to Udubs

Cause I think you need a course

Study dawg

Your music turn everybody off

Not your homie

Not your pal

Please don't ever call me buddy dawg

Shit can get real muddy dawg

(Fr)

You're really pissing everybody off

Broke but got a lot of money talk

You don't respect me

I don't respect you

Need to cut off my lose ends

'Fore they get lose

(Ahhh)

Gotta find my purpose

Do shit I was meant to

Gotta let go of resentment and revenge too

Niggas hating on me?

Talk to my hand

That's on my cashews

I don't want a nice girl

Want a bad bitch

That's for my mental

I don't know her intentions

But our love life is a caption

Same old me

She switched up

But I'm adapting

Way too ahead darling

(Is jy jas?)

Need to be fed darling

(Is jy jas?)

Is you FED darling?

(Is jy jakes?)

Inspired by a dead artist

(Is jy jas?)

Ahhh

You a wolf in sheep skin

I see right through it

Thinking of a lotta crazy shit

And I might do it

Scary hours

(Ay)

Scary hours

(Ay)

Scary hours

(Ay)

Scary hours

(Ay)

It's time now

I'm a living ticking time bomb

Love to hit with the lights on

This the journey of a icon!