Minimum Wage (feat. L8LOOMER)

Ran up fifty thousand in one day

And I’m from the bottom, now I’m paid

Hoes on my dick, cause the coupe look like a sleigh

And my bitch ain’t Anna Mae, but she was known to get the cake

(and that’s facts) when I was 17 I had like 40 racks, big dice game, yeah I gave them 40 back

I went to robbin’ and stealing to get it back, you got to see where I’m from to know where I’m at

That shit got me rollin’ I haven’t sleep in some days

Yeah I’m from the bottom, no more minimum wage

I’m in the industry, I’m trying to lose my criminal ways

But nice guys finish last and I’m trying to get paid

And it’s the way I flip the money for her, the best cure

My bitch say she wanna run up them m’s, like fuck a purse (but she get purses too)

put it on God, I probably think she can purchase and if she can’t, I got her back

I drive a foreign, like a rental, got me speedin’

She tryin’ to eat while I’m drivin’ she a demon

I try to put the cup down, its like I need

You ain’t gotta ask me if I got it, cause I keep

They say if you lie to a man, that mean you fem

I can never lie, cause I ain’t never fail ****

Seen my dog get killed, I started riding with a pistol

Yeah, you know I love the trenches, but you got to from a distance

(and that’s facts) when I was 17 I had like 40 racks, big dice game, yeah I gave them 40 back

I went to robbin’ and stealing to get it back, you got to see where I’m from to know where I’m at

They shit got me rollin’ I haven’t sleep in some days

Yeah I’m from the bottom, no more minimum wage

I’m in the industry, I’m trying to lose my criminal ways

But nice guys finish last and I’m trying to get paid

When I’m the scroll, gotta ride with a pole

I see killers get smoke, he got hit at Gyro’s

My **** had dreams of going pro, but then end up selling bose

But like a hellcat, I see a lot of **** lose control

I’m a big stepper, **** theses Margielas

Tryin’ to show out in the hood, then go out sellout Coachella

In my rookie year, I’m ballin this shit, just like lil Melo

I don’t see these ****, I don’t hear these ****, I’m on my Helen Keller

We be at the top, and ain’t even seen the precipice

LA out in LA, having meeting with executives

Too be honest, I don’t see any competitives

That’s why my neck is choked out like a fuckin’ gold medalist

(and that’s facts) when I was 17 I had like 40 racks, big dice game, yeah I gave them 40 back

I went to robbin’ and stealing to get it back, you got to see where I’m from to know where I’m at

That shit got me rollin’ I haven’t sleep in some days

Yeah I’m from the bottom, no more minimum wage

I’m in the industry, I’m trying to lose my criminal ways

But nice guys finish last and I’m trying to get paid