Doobie

Damn bro, I drop an album, they ain't give a fuck

Told her I'ma drop another, started talking bout my luck

I'm flippin' them bags dawg, and we flippin' em phashed off

I'm so in love with the money, that I done married the slug

Visions of the money bags, I can see the future

Takes hundreds of hard nights, this lifestyle don't suit ya

Say something wrong bout the posse, and we gon' leave you with the shooter

Say a lot of funny things, man, these haters got that fatal humor

I'm tryna be like Pinocchio and keep it real, boy

I'm on the paper route, I know I got em in they feels, boy