rat race

[Intro] In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold In a trance, money dance, wallet can't, can't In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold (If you not fuckin' with NOVAGANG, you a dub) [Verse 1] Open up the front door, it smell like it's fronto (NOVAGANG) It's some random bitch, said she wanna smoke Ain't no room for weed in my lungs, ho Open up the pack, it attack me Read it on my face like it's acne Geekin' in this motherfuckin' taxi They gon' throw my ass in the backseat And I need to learn to cut my losses, but I can't though But it still a couple bands on the pants though Always spend a couple bands when I can't cope Take a pill, fall asleep, now my hands cold [Chorus] In a trance, money dance, wallet can't fold Watch your back 'cause yo mans is your damn bro Walkin' round in tall grass, be careful Ain't no Trues on my ass, I'm a weirdo [Verse 2] Throw me in the trashcan, ride it 'til the wheels broke Now I'm seeing ghosts like it's Pac-Man Get some money, please, don't be that man Don't know how my haters be that mad Dressed in all black like I'm Batman Homemade gun straight from the Afghans Tell me what you want, I don't really wanna ask, man Moving money like a charity I got these pussy niggas scared of me When I come around, they like to be where I be She like, "Quinn, slow down, you scare me!" All I need is my bitch to take care of me All I need is my team to prepare me [Outro] Pour me up a soda (I ain't tryna think tonight) Pour me up some Cola (I ain't tryna drink tonight) Pour me up a soda (I ain't tryna feel tonight) (Lately, I've been feelin' right)