Lyrics
Yeah, no self-control on my own
Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah
In my wallet, in my rib cage
I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go with it
I told her whether you like it or not
This thing of ours tied in a knot, I can't hold it no more
I don't think these venues supposed to hold venom or
I don't think exposure to this cold is for a nigga, boy
I don't even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys
I be talking shit that it ain't English words fitting for
I be in the bottom of the barrel
In the studio was raised in, just consumed in my vocation
That or loopy in rotation, that or-
In the oven shooting movies with some brothers
Youthful stupor 'cross our faces, hey, man
No self-control on my own
Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah
In my wallet, in my rib cage
I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go
Knowing money go with it
