
dead plants Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I get the money, I never chase it
I cannot talk to you, baby you basic
Smokin' on my dope, feelin' like I got a face lift
It's not in my control, and if it was, I wouldn't change it
Caked up, baby I feel like a baker
Fakers, I cannot hang with these lames, bruh
Need to get out of my way dude, don't really care if I sound rude
Money puts me in a good mood, I'm doin' shit that they wanna
My blood it cold like a lizard, all of my buddies are realer
I can see everything clearly, I don't want anyone tryna get near me
Don't be afraid babe, I'm sacred of heights too
Can't tell if I'm a nice guy, flyin' high through the night sky
Pulled off in the new coupe If gettin' paper don't suit them
I'ma tell it how it is, they ain't never finna pop
Feel the pain, never stop, yeah baby I'ma get high like the top floor
I don't think I'll ever quit pot, might just pull up in my bitch whip
I wish they'd stay out my business
I get the money, I never chase it
I cannot talk to you, baby you basic
Smokin' on my dope, feelin' like I got a face lift
It's not in my control, and if it was, I wouldn't change it
They always be on some strange shit, I'm tryna work on my bandwidth
I hold it down like where stairs go, why would I care about what they know
Homie don't make a mistake, no bitch, my brodies don't mess up
Better tell the truth, I want what's mine, I'm selfish, I got a message for them
My boy he do pest control, they don't want no smoke the streets too hot
Might just have to drop the roof, keep it moving, they stuck like glue
No don't tell me what to do
I get the money, I never chase it
I cannot talk to you, baby you basic
Smokin' on my dope, feelin' like I got a face lift
It's not in my control, and if it was, I wouldn't change it