++MONEY HEALING++

I'm not your average joe, we don't do average hoes

I don't rock average clothes, I pull up on you, it's a fashion show

Baby got social anxiety, we in the function, she wants to go

Baby I'm off my head, we both barely breathing

I done left the floor, bitch, I'm on the ceiling

Feds been watching me, cause I make a killing

Spend some time alone, you don't know the feeling

Paper over cracks, with this paper, bitch it's money healing

Keep racks on me, close to my body they my best friend

I don't keep a Smith and Wesson, take my baby to the Westin

Niggas talking down on me, I don't care, baby girl let's let them