Fried

Yeah, they want me to fall, they want me to die, they don't want me to fly

Yeah, you stand on your money your four foot five, bitch, I got money I'm fire

Stand on my bread, that shit go to the sky Bitch, your fat, you need to go outside, you're getting old, you need to retire

Yeah, we up that shit, we slide, Gasblower, yeah, he fried

Take that money, I go to the bank, yeah, It's a whole different world when you get that bank, yeah

And that boy, he too crank, yeah How the fuck you get stuck on drank, huh

Whole lot of motherfucking money on me You can say that I damn needed the green

That boy, he been missing, that boy, he ain't seen Broke as fuck, yeah, you still buying off shein

Yeah, they want me to fall, they want me to die, they don't want me to fly

Yeah, you stand on your money your four foot five, bitch, I got money I'm fire