Come In Last Lyrics

Fuck you high tech, I hate you

Floatin' on this gas, focused on my bag

Long as you don't leave me, I won't ever come and last

I been tryna shape my future, tired of dwellin' on the past

She a bot, I cannot smooch her, only want me for my cash

Only wanna be around me for that check

Thoughts of countin millions , keep on poundin' in my head

If you doubting , then it's fuck ya, you don't come around with none of that

Bitch, I dove inside my bag

And started drownin' in dem racks

Bitch, when I cop a private jet, I need a thug pilot

Cause I ain't goin' out like juice, I need that bub round me

Exotic on the plane, dis that Mary Jane

I be tryna crash, but that lung smacker keep me sane

I be tryna keep the fam close, I ain't talkin' bout blood

Bitch, I light the roll da dank, don't do too much pourin' up

Go take some racks, up out the bank and make it rain, stormin' up

Bitch, I'm onna money chase, stack up, In more ways den one

Floating' on that gas, focused on my bag

Long as you don't leave me, I won't never come and last

I been tryna shape my future, tired of dwellin' on the past

She a bot, I cannot smooch her, only want me for my cash

I cannot , only want me for

Bitch, I'm focused on that bag

Like, baby, don't go

Like, baby, no, no

Like, baby, no, no

Fuck you, high tech, I hate you