Money On My Mind

We astronauts with this shit

I just need my space right now

I've seen the times changed

Game gettin' bigger, the circle get smaller

She cry when she don't get her way, 'cause I got her spoiled

Cool, calm, and flexin' on ****, I feel like Shedeur

Louis everything, I don't like it, I change to Dior

**** bite the hand that feed 'em, I'm guessin' they greedy

She had a man decided to leave him, she tryna chase me

Put that shit on, start tweakin', just call me AB

Black Moet in the club and I ain't eighteen

You don't come through and show love like you used to

You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (Nah)

You don't get it in, buss juugs like you used to (Nah)

You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (Nah)

Five-star, ****, I can tell you ain't used to it

Sorry, I don't fold, I don't quit 'cause I've been through it

Midwest swang through them functions sippin' pimp juice

Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you

Back then, I ain't have a lot, sittin' in my Travis Scotts

New phone, baggin' up, clientele, baggin' up

Tellin' me to sign right here and get a large amount

If I ever do some flaw shit, you better call it out

Took about three weeks, tryna read the fine print

Came in dolo, that's who I'm dyin' with

You ain't had to drive, had to fly, had to slime shit

Everything black-blacked out, oh, that's Mob shit

You don't come through and show love like you used to

You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (Nah)

You don't get it in, buss juugs like you used to (Nah)

You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (Nah)

Five star, ****, I can tell you ain't used to it

Sorry, I don't fold, I don't quit 'cause I've been through it

Midwest swang through them functions sippin' pimp juice

Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you, yeah