Live 95

And I wish I could fly a jet with her

And have sex with her

On Instagram, postin' the world (The world)

Yeah my, ****, the world

Yeah, the world, shit

I wish I could smoke a blunt with her

And maybe fuck with her

And be in the cut with somebody

That won't run to my girl (No,no)

No, no, don't tell my girl, uh

Tell my girl, yeah, yeah

I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah

I don't know what I'm worth, yeah

I been broke since my birth, yeah

Too much hoes in my search, yeah

I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

I hope you grippin' what you love, 'cause they coming to steal your joy

How come every time we function, they tellin' us, "Kill the noise"

Why the fuck my baby mama keep sayin' I'm still a boy?

Find your bliss in the abyss and it probably could fill the void

I'm sayin', boy, I ain't touch my ceiling that's probably from effort givin'

Searching for better livin', that shit come from repetition

I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for bitches

Keep saying, "F them ****", but still ain't address it with em'

You stressin' when it's

Too much dough to be hurt, yeah

I don't know what I'm worth, yeah

I been broke since my birth, yeah

Too much hoes in my search, yeah

I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah

Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad

Now your bitches all mad 'cause you gettin' to the bag

Put your hands up, yo, yo

All my ****, put your hands up

Ladies

Now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past

And you know that you got class

Then go ahead and shake your ass

Put your hands up

Ladies, all my ladies, put your hands up