Need Money 4 Birkins Lyrics

Pop a Perk 30 if I'm hurtin' Then I pop a Xan cause the Perky wasn't workin

Never got a handout, they know I put the work in

Niggas lurkin', get to murkin' for a Birkin If I want the Birkin, I get the Birkin for certain

Feel like Kanye, just an underrated version

Want a condo, three floors, real urban With a maid merchant, like one that speak Persian

Black sofas, a white floor, and white curtains

This is urgent, I'm tryna bury all my burdens

Felt I had to stitch up the game like a surgeon

We don't do the gram can keep the energy in person

I got problems, I try to save, but I like splurgin'

You got problems, your pocket's tighter than a virgin

Mask on or mask off, feel like I'm purgin

House on the hills, I'ma be livin' real suburban

Still the most hated, still the main one that they searchin

Still gon' touch down, you ain't fuckin up my conversion

One pop out, now bitches tighter than a virgin

Imagine when I'm married these bitches is gon' be hurtin

How you miss the wave and now you wish that you was surfin

I'm from Philly, if you hear that Reco get to Durfin

Out in Philly, get hit with that Rico, now he hurtin

He was flexin', got hit with that repo, now we hurtin

This a private show, don't see what happen behind curtains

Niggas like me'll only get it if determined

They still out here treatin' black niggas like we servants

I don't even blame these black folks for subversions

Know how many niggas tried to hit me for my verses

Told them what it cost, and they got lost, started curvin

On the highway, gettin' head, the car swervin' I don't want no fast food worker, I want the nurses

I'm so tired of hearin' these rap niggas corny verses

Leave it to me, we gon' need some flowers and some hearses

Can't believe these bitches, they be fuckin for some purses

Baby, know your worth, go learn the script and then reverse it

Dizzle West tatted on my wrist, that shit in cursive

I don't need no help, these niggas know I'm my own person

Only I can tell niggas my story in first

Person

Only if you knew what you ain't know, you'd know my purpose

How you talk shit see me in person, now you nervous

I don't need no snakes, no anacondas or serpents

I don't got time for the beef, I'm busy

Rehearsin'

Clearly ain't got time for the money cause you ain't workin'

It's up for you bitches, for them bitches that try play me

Flow a little different, but I promise i'm the same me

Used to be a Rolling Stone, ain't think no one could save me

Gotta be a Rolling Stone, no love left in me baby

I can't trust bitches, so I fuck bitches

Then I duck bitches, man, I never try to love bitches

Used to have a heart, till I was left up in the dark

Now I got no heart, got bitches swimmin' with the sharks