Extra ft. Raf Hendrix Lyrics

Me and money got a mutual connection

Show me affection

Can't believe a young nigga was seeking attention

Trynna get into the mansion

You ain't living that shit you say

I got the evidence

Patek Philipe worth twenty eight bricks

I'm like the president

I gotta get paid

I gotta get laid

I gotta get saved

Money got me going crazy

Bad bitch tried to rape me

Police tried to chase me

I was on a highway 180

Picking up extra Cash

Picking up extra lash

Shipping in extra girls

Idk whose your girl

Paying up extra bills

Paying for extra gas

Paying for extra boose

I'm so high this life I chose

Picking up extra Cash

Picking up extra lash

Shipping in extra girls

I don't know whose your girl

Paying up extra bills

Paying for extra gas

Paying for extra boose

If u care don't get me home

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Yeah yeah yeah

Work on a clock

U outa luck

Glued to the emz

This is a maze

Fuck all the pain

It's worth the money

Slept on the floor

All for the doh

We had to roll

Foot in the soul

Running helter skelter clipping for drip

In the gutter floyd you hardly breath

She kept flipping in and out of the room

Play with a player end up get played eyy

Living that large

White house garage in ma garage eyy

Pickin up extra Cash

Pickin up extra lash

Shipping in extra girls

Idk whose your girl

Paying up extra bills

Paying for extra gas

Paying for extra boose

I'm so high this life I chose

Pickin up extra Cash

Pickin up extra lash

Shipping in extra girls

I don't know whose your girl

Paying up extra bills

Paying for extra gas

Paying for extra boose

If u care don't get me home

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yeah yeah yeah

Spitting the bars of death

I'm calling them deadlines

Lyrics are going right over your head

I'm calling them headlines

Okay Vision in 4k

I could do it for the whole day

She give me head foreplay

My new girl is like Beyonce

Ey yeah

In ma kodak days

Hoping this shit pays yeah

Worried bout ma ways

Weak like seven days ey yeah

Girl don't be funny

I gotta drip

I gotta ride

In a porshcea with them frog eyes

Cut the ties with the wise guys ey yeah