Texty:
Dolla I M Fucked Up

but I like this feelin' I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up My wrist shinin', 'cause I stay grindin' I'm the man of the future I got white diamonds, red diamonds Shit I

at the judge, yeah I'm knee deep in the game So when it's time to re-up I'm knee deep in the cane, damn Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you Mayne If you

is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness I

hater You see me, hi hater Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills y'all New year tryna touch me a mill y'all Came up now, I'm what's up now When you shine

life (brrat) (Birdman) Bounce back, rebel Fuck, going in a nigga sell I'm raising hell doing swell Make the mil, fuck the mirror Make the money, fuck

call me Uncle I understand I'm back by popular demannnd That new CL fly Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries Yeah come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm

Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul And sleepin' ain't good to go now When I'm wll rollin' off those And betta watch the do' Bet I won't

died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide And

em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot,