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Lights, camera, chemical reaction
Attracted to a body of lies with fad
Think the mood's high for the high, yeah high passion
My order was killer couture, gentleman's sass
Am I, am I a douchebag or just another do-rag?
Tryna get ahead on some brand new ways
For your entertainment, money is the language
So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do them dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap
That works, tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I would've learned that, sleepin' in the bird trap
Livin' on a run like somebody tryna
Burn fat, I don't give a f**k
Now maybe that's abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got s**t
That think money over b**ches is a stock tell
I live in the trap, things go crack
Wake up in the box with a box of Apple J's
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feeling he ain't never comin' back
So I got an angel to answer my prayer
Settlin' on a cloud that ain't blowin' the air
Nobody wins, but nobody cares
They just walked out when the people cheer
I'm down to $95, that's the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of them is b**ches
Out here hollin' what's ironic is I've honestly been tryna do what's right
Put some drone legs in the air tonight like Phil Collins
I'm a sexy ticket introvert, sucker for a pencil skirt
Lookin' for a shorty comin' from work that I can pervert
On my existential grind, I'm a sexy ticket introvert


I'm doin' consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', Tali hoppin', know somebody probably watchin'
That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a Phil
Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot
Watchin' mommy body rockin', first I feed her vodka shot
Then she eat my Johnny when livin' fast
Pickin' cash, one of them b**ch even had
The audacity to ask me how long this thing would last
I said, you wanna pay for class?
Get on that stage and shake ya
She keep her d**k in a box in an emergency, break the glass
I'm makin' money, I'm makin' money, I'm makin' money
Make her laugh, she makes it clap
And then she gives me laughs, dances and I'm thankful that
She keeps providin' a place for me to be unfaithful at
I live in a trap, things go crack
Wake up in a box with a box of Apple J's
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feeling he ain't never comin' back
So I got an angel to answer my prayer
Settlin' on a cloud that ain't blowin' the air
Nobody wins, nobody wins
But nobody cares
They just want blood when the people cheer