Whole Ticket

[Chorus: Q Money] Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions Don't call my phone lil nigga, unless you talkin' them chickens I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket [Verse 1: Q Money] Makin' cake, I can't hesitate, no time for mistakes Ain't no breaks, I can't go on dates, fuck her then I skate What I ate, lobster with the steak, that's my feng shui Please don't hate, tryna motivate, I just wan' be great I got swag, I cannot complain, look how far a nigga came It feel just like yesterday I was trappin' out the section eight Now a young nigga done switched his lane I'm tryna buy some real estate Please get the fuck out my face Nigga all you do is hate (bitch) You's a hater, nigga you's a hater I'm tryna get a mansion and I want a hundred acres I don't want no neighbors, can't keep doing favors Shawty want me to save her, but I cannot save her [Chorus: Q Money] Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions Don't call my phone lil nigga, unless you talkin' them chickens I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] I need a whole ticket, I need like four bitches I got one AP on, shit cost like four chickens, yeah Don't fuck with gold diggin' little bitchs I spent a pole on some extensions All of my bros stay in the kitchen Most of my bros good with the whippin' Whole trolls in the lobby I put that rose gold on her neck, she say it froze up her lil body I got like five hoes tryna sex but I chose one 'cause she got sloppy, yeah Bankroll on me sloppy, yeah Pour some paint on her body, yeah, yeah, uh Ayy Cartier my lenses, six K, I see clearly I got one hell vision, I am one hell of a business man I been tryna get it man, I been on my pivot I been flyer than these niggas since the beginning, yeah-yeah [Chorus: Q Money] Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions Don't call my phone lil nigga, unless you talkin' them chickens I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket [Outro: YFN Lucci] I need me a whole ticket Look like a whole ticket, yeah, huh-huh-huh My wrist here cost four chickens, yeah Yeah, uhh