Funds Lyrics

Look, look, I'm just trying to get this paper, I'm just trying to get them funds

I ain't trying to do relations, I'm just trying to have some fun

Building up an operation, we put P's and we tote guns

It be hard for me to breathe with all this weed inside my lungs

Mixing up exotic flavors, taking over my cologne

I just made with 120 off an ounce, and nigga, it was lows

How the fuck you say you trapping? You ain't never flipped no bowl

How the fuck you say you smacking? You ain't never shot no pole

I really need healin', I can't let you get too close

Cause the couple times I tried, niggas swung open that door

So many bitches broke my heart, but it's okay, I'm getting dough

I suggest you come and shop with me and elevate your smoke

I ain't playing when I say I hear voices that wanna kill

It's a battle every day, not a tweak out and do a drill

I'm on a money mission, I'm trying to run up a mil

You ain't feeling what I'm feeling, you can't tell me how to live

I got drugs charges pending while I'm spinning, no regrets

You can catch them slipping easy when they think you not a threat

Momma couldn't pay the rent, I worked that scale and got the rest

I don't really like to speak cause less is more and more is less

I just bought my bitch a plan B, she popped it with no water

Told that bitch to lift your tongue, and let me see, can't be no father

Bitches slimy, so I'm, niggas slimy now

Bitch, it's slimy, so I'm heartless niggas slimy, now I'm smarter

I'm just trying to get this paper, I'm just trying to get them funds

I ain't trying to do relations , I'm just trying to have some fun

Building up a operation, we push P's and we tote guns

It be hard for me to breathe with all this weed, inside my lungs

Mixing up the exotic flavors, taking over my cologne

I just made 120 off an ounce and nigga, it was lows

How the fuck you say you trapping, you ain't never flipped no bowl

How the fuck you say you smacking, you ain't never shot no pole

I be trying to fight the darkness in my heart, but we locked in

If you trying him, you trying me, and he might want to spin

Javion just want to win, but 7 just want to sin

I keep 7 locked away, cause Javion chasing them M's

I'm so tired of being hungry, I gotta run up a meal

So much anger in my heart and so much pain behind this grill

I invested in the trap and started rapping, where the deal

Aint i posted to get some money for telling y'all how I feel

When y'all finna give me something for telling y'all how I live

I'm exposing my emotions, on this beat keeping it real

I can't let it out my eyes, but my spirit be shedding tears

Had to let some situations go, because of my career

Once I get the money for the war, I'm trying to catch a kill

When you get the Za for bubba prices, we call that a steal

Trying to do my best to live a righteous life, but niggas weird

Told myself I'm overthinking, but I'm right, and now it's clear

I'm just trying to get this paper, I'm just trying to get them funds

I ain't trying to do relations, I'm just trying to have some fun

Building up a operation, we put P's and we tote guns

It be hard for me to breathe with all this weed inside my lungs

Mixin' up is exotic flavors, taking over my cologne

I just made with 120, off a ounce and nigga, it was lows

How the fuck you say you trapping, you ain't never flipped no bowl

How the fuck you say you smacking, you ain't never shot no pole, nigga

You ain't never shot no pole , nigga

You ain't never flipped no bowl

I don't really like to speak , but it's so easy

Popping my shit on all these beats