Faded in the Coupe

I be on my grind, I'm gettin' money, I'm fuckin' bitches, I'm countin' checks

I'm in the coupe, I'm cuttin' up, they hatin' on me, that's why I gotta flex

I'm gettin' to it, they know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, I don't gotta stress

I got a bitch, she know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, she know I'm blessed

Sittin' on my own, man, I was prayin' that I make it

35 in my wood, man, you know I gotta face it

See a lot of fake love, I see a lot of hatred

Keep my head down, I'm tryna make it out the matrix

And I'm faded in the coupe, and I'm prayin' that I make it

Shawty suck me up, she say she like the way I'm tastin'