Manage (feat. Destroy Lonely)

I don't know how much money I really made today Fucking that bitch from the back Blowing it up, now she straight I get to the money, that's like every day I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays Hella chains on me like I'm a slave Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave Eatin' real good, gotta say grace Cashing out, I don't know the price Seen the crib, she wanna live this life My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice They listen to me, I'm the captain He said that he 'bout it, but he just rapping I step on the work I be tap dancing You run out of money, it's hard to manage Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you run out of money, it's hard to manage I got your bitch in my spot dancing This a rockstar life, nigga, Marilyn Manson Yeah, they don't want smoke, cancer I got too many vibes running 'round the mansion I know these niggas fake, they switch up just like [?] And this Margiela fur, guess I forgot to mention Yeah, hold up, I'm tripping These niggas ain't on shit, they bitches Gun 'em down, light 'em up like Christmas I'm with some real right niggas, they dripping Yeah, I'm being real, I ain't playing with you Getting money was part of the plan, nigga I been fly, get 'em focused, they pay attention And I'm getting paid, lil' bitch, so I can't pay attention Keep 'em close, but no, I don't play with bitches I'm too fly, these folks gotta pay for pictures I took his ho 'cause she know that a nigga different Yeah, I'm getting money, no, I'm nothing like you niggas In the back of the whip with your wifey, nigga Smoking exotic dope, I'm getting high, nigga Yeah, all my partners, they play with the fire, nigga Run up and try this shit, I bet you die, nigga (Okay) I don't know how much money I really made today Fucking that bitch from the back Blowing it up, now she straight I get to the money, that's like every day I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays Hella chains on me like I'm a slave Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave Eatin' real good, gotta say grace Cashing out, I don't know the price Seen the crib, she wanna live this life My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice They listen to me, I'm the captain He said that he 'bout it but he just rapping I step on the work, I be tap dancing You run out of money, it's hard to manage