Atari

I'm on the Atari

I got so much money, allowance shoots through the roof

You cannot match my moccasin drip, I wear my suit

I ain't gonna talk no more, you know I'm going mute

I've been thinking 'bout it and I wanna be with you

I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, ima hop-up in the rari

I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, I keep on playing her like an Atari

Now I'm running, now I'm running, just copped the bag full of all that M3

Now I'm running, now I'm running, for my own soul, yeah I'm planting a seed

Now I'm alone, you calling my phone