Everything's For Sale Lyrics

I'm deep in my bag like the fries at the bottom

How come when I'm in a good mood, you be tryna

start problems

Bar for bar, I'm always on the move I'm a tough act to follow

Knowing that you'll never catch me must be a hard pill to swallow

This life broke my heart so much that it feels like it's hollow

If you love me, say it when you see me don't wait till tomorrow

If you hate me after hearing this, you'll still hate me tomorrow

All that shit you flexed with on the Gram either fake or it's borrowed

You don't understand, you just pretend to agree

I don't want nothing off your plate, I got

plenty to eat

Might get some Cartier frames, still plenty

to see

Looks like you're lost, still looking for something to be

There's no dirt on my name, won't find nothing on me

Just stay in your lane, if you broke, it cost money to beef

Used to have to play the nosebleeds and I just couldn't see

Now I'm so close to the game, I might pull up from three

Gold on my teeth, so I stay smiling Bon Appetit, another place, so we stay dining

Great wine, but still don't hear shit through the grapevine

Shorty too fine to text, for real, we just FaceTime Bought another watch the other day, I can make time

The beaches out the country, way better than stateside

Six-three, but some days I feel like I'm eight-five

Cause niggas still ain't on my level, you waist high And on top of that, you just waste time

And they telling fairy tale stories and stay lying, me? I can't fake mine

I'm running my own race, I wanted my own pace

Too many filters, you can't see the look on your own face

You niggas hilarious, but I still had the stone face

A lot of y'all can't even get out of your own way

I'm back to my old ways, back to my cold ways

Not a rockstar, but play with bands like Coldplay Every time I pass them on the way, they get road rage

Every time we talking on the phone, we use code names

And I'm getting healthy with my bread like it's whole grain

No fake diamonds, I'm just rocking my gold chain Stamped as a don like Cornelius on Soul Train

Okay, I'll switch it up

I'm not doing much taking it easy

Not at war with you, still No Peace Treaties

Rather get paid to show up and don't care if you see me

And everything's for sale and everything's legit, the money's got a paper trail

You know I'm a Libra, gotta weigh it on my scale

Know you feel me, even if you don't see me, like it's Braille

For real

And everything's for sale

Everything's legit, the money's got a paper trail