[intro]
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[chorus]
I got, i got a whole lotta money, counting but it's not enough
Yeah, yeah, i ain't stopping 'til i fill the cayman up
Yeah, fuck a label, no advance, i want no pity bucks
Yeah, hundreds in my face, we lavish, how we turn it up
I always find a party, i always find a fuck it up
Numbly see it, high as fuck, it's sunny stuff
Pouring some more party, she said i was sinning some
Thought i was done, two or three sips, so bitch i barely finished up
[verse]
Bitch i pop up to the top spot
We got bands in the club, bitches taking top shots
She got hands on my pants, she ride it like hot pop
Conjugate, cooking pop rocks, i'm inside the crock pot
I'm just making shit up lowkey, i have no women, i don't party and i don't do drugs, i'm just a fucking liar
But i ain't lying 'bout the cash, 100k up in my face
My cars are light designer, soaring out of space up on my way
I can't decide, but let's be honest, ricky, let's go out today
Money therapy, i'm spending bread, don't care, i'm going straight
[chorus]
I always find a party, i always find a fuck it up
Numbly see it, high as fuck, it's sunny stuff
Pouring some more party, she said i was sinning some
Thought i was done, two or three sips, so bitch i barely finished up
I always find a party, i always find a fuck it up
Numbly see it, high as fuck, it's sunny stuff
Pouring some more party, she said i was sinning some
Thought i was done, two or three sips, so bitch i barely finished up