Fuck The Industry Lyrics

Go to sleep with the money, wake up, then I chase a bag

I might fuck the bankteller, fuck around become a Dad

Moving smart with the money, yeah I ain't in no debt

First class, nah fuck that flying off in private jets

Lining up the bitches like a doctor for some neck

I might take a trip to London, if I love it ain't coming back

Yeah I feel like double C I got an all black Nike Tech

That bitch want some double C's but she don't respond to my texts

I'ma hit it out the park like a nigga from the Mets

Niggas saying that I'm pussy, but won't say it with their chest

Oh he saying he that nigga, well let's put that shit to rest

Yea these bullets fly right through you

Who am I? Nigga who you?

I need my bitch paired just like bluetooth

Ancient money like Cthulhu

She watch my stories like it's Hulu

She doing spells doing Voodoo

And shoutout to my nigga Vudu

She in detention, she been bad

She ain't my type, I can't do that

I'm only focused on this bag

Go to sleep with the money, wake up, then I chase a bag

I might fuck the bankteller, fuck around become a Dad

Moving smart with the money, yeah I ain't in no debt

First class, nah fuck that flying off in private jets

Lining up the bitches like a doctor for some neck

I might take a trip to London, if I love it ain't coming back

Yeah I feel like double C I got an all black Nike Tech

That bitch want some double C's but she don't respond to my texts

Got cardiac arrest

Gas in my lungs so I ain't stressed

You tried to get over on me

But I see right through you

You can't get over on me

I heard them niggas would

If they could

So I keep it on me

Oh, wanna shoot it up? Let's get it up, I'm bringing out the Tommy

Talking bout some paper, showing off some cash

You don't got it

Saying you a gangster, you a poser

You ain't really bout it"I ain't really bout it either, but my brother got a heater"

Niggas got me outta character

I might go and turn the chapter

I might go and fucking act up

Got me going fucking backwards

These rap niggas bringing out the old me

I got the Iron on me, Tony

These niggas pussy, yea they phony

They sound the same, they must be cloning

But I can't pay no mind to that

I'm only focused on this bag

Bitch!