Suicide Doors (feat. Cordae)

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up Get a bag before you beef You need money for a war Out the trenches from the streets Now I'm listed in the Forbes Tuck the Glock inside my Louis Tuck the SIG in my Dior Yeah, they pay attention now 'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored I'm that nigga from the north I've been pimpin' since the fort What's the plug without the sockеt? I'm connected like thе cord Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores Cashin' checks but I want more Whip the Ghost, you think it's haunted with the suicide doors I'm the man, turned a four Sedan to a clan Understand you can't make a profit 'til you make a plan Ain't no deals, I got all these bills, ain't no time to chill You a leech? I'm just tryna eat, I make Happy Meals From the block, I was stampin' blocks, you was punchin' clocks Hit or miss, you was tryna diss, I was buyin' stocks Look at us, use the city bus, now, it's private planes Bouncin' back, took a lotta L's, that's part of the game Keep it coming, let's go get this money, don't be chasin' fame If you broke and you not out here grindin', how you gon' complain? Hunnid mill' for a rainy day, I can stand the rain I encourage you keep hustlin' until you can say the same Get a bag before you beef You need money for a war Out the trenches from the streets Now I'm listed in the Forbes Tuck the Glock inside my Louis Tuck the SIG in my Dior Yeah, they pay attention now 'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored I'm that nigga from the north I've been pimpin' since the fort What's the plug without the socket? I'm connected like the cord Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores Cashin' checks but I want more Whip the Ghost, you think it's haunted with the suicide doors Lamborghini suicide door make me feel alive This bitch I'm with so bad If looks could kill, she'd cause a genocide I remember I used to wanna be rich 'fore twenty-five Now I'm twenty-five, made a million about twenty times And I pay my tax, no cap, they take 'bout half of that But when you get the bag, flip that shit just like an acrobat Hustlin' university, nigga, I could teach a masterclass Best believe I keep them M's with me like I'm on Aftermath Now, I'm countin' Benjies, never stingy with the dough, cheese Courtside tickets but have vision in the nosebleeds Juicy J come with Negro spirituals and poetry Woke up like "Fuck the whole world" but that's the ho in me Genie in a bottle, damn I wish a nigga would Smokin' and I'm sippin', shit, a nigga feelin' good Some say we young and dumb but we misunderstood We tryna get this money, gotta get up out the hood Get a bag before you beef