30 Day Binge ft. Bukket Low Lyrics

I been on a thirty day binge

All I know is dollars and M's uh

Only money calling my phone aye

I don't even answer my friends aye

Gucci stripes on my pants

Medusa specs for my lens uh

Got these bitches like whoa aye

Who the n**** right there? aye

Baby that's me, went and spent a thousand dollars just for my feet's

Spent at least half that just for my tee

You should see the ticket that I spent on my jeans

I been on the mission for a meal ticket

Tired of cooking up the crack I need a real kitchen

Tryna open up accounts and put some mills in it

Tryna get a crib so big I put a field in it

My bitch too sweet like kiwis

Diamonds dripping off a n**** like Fiji

Smoke trees on boats that's sea weed

Type of shit they need to put me on TV

Talk to the lord, I'm on my knees

I'm praying that I wont lose

Cant fall in love, wont trust no hoe

I know these bitches going to choose

They told me you would never make it

Keep the forty on me n**** never naked

I been waiting for it n**** I been patient

Bout the time they need to put me on they playlist

Ever chance I ever got I had to take it

They ain't never give me shit I had to face it

Nowadays everybody on the same shit

They ain't really showing love I know they faking

Yeah I know they faking uh

I been on a thirty day binge

All I know is dollars and M's uh

Only money calling my phone aye

I don't even answer my friends aye

Gucci stripes on my pants

Medusa specs for my lens uh

Got these bitches like whoa aye

Who the n**** right there? aye

I been on a thirty day binge

All I know is dollars them M's

Only money calling my phone aye

I don't even answer my friends aye

YVX on my pants

Cartier for them lens

Got these bitches like whoa aye

Might run off with his hoe aye

They be on it cause we hot now

Out in Cali on rodeo with the top down

I remember she would dub me in the day

Kind of funny how she tryna give me top now

Free my brother out the jam he had to cop out

Heard them pop a lot of shit but never pop out

You should know that I was always bout the music

I been feeling like I got to keep a Glock now

I know my brothers with me forever, all that other shit come and go

If there's rain or sun in the whether, I hit .. he run with that smoke

Shit been crazy they out to get us, hit up Bukket told him get low

I don't care I'm there for whatever, been through pain I'm good for some more

I been on some other shit I'm going crazy

Link the paper with the pen I'm never lazy

Talk to god while on my knees, he out to save me

Got to chill with all the weed it make me hazy

I be laying in my bed that's when it phase me

Heard they coming for my head well bitch I'm waiting

Scared to get trapped by a lady

We cant go half on a baby no

Ride in the hooptie at night time, I need a fucking Mercedes

Tryna get rich in my lifetime, I'm bout the business so pay me

Bro got a chopper on side, I don't think you want smoke with the navy

Lately got stress on my mind, bye

Dont text me don't call me don't page me.. because

I been on a thirty day binge

All I know is dollars them M's

Only money calling my phone aye

I don't even answer my friends aye

YVX on my pants

Cartier on my lens

Got these bitches like whoa aye

Might run off with his hoe aye

I been on a thirty day binge

All I know is dollars and M's uh

Only money calling my phone aye

I don't even answer my friends aye

Gucci stripes on my pants

Medusa specs for my lens uh

Got these bitches like whoa

Who the n**** right there