[Intro]
(That’s way too much money)
[Chorus: Southsidesilhouette]
This shit cost a lot (A lot, A lot)
But it don’t cost a lot (A lot, A lot)
This shit cost a lot (A lot)
But I don’t mind ‘cause my pockets too knotted (Yuh)
Yeah my pockets too knotted (Knotted up)
And I could never get enough, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh (Get enough)
I wake up and I run it up, up, up, up, up (Run it up)
I do this every fucking day man
You wake up broke and mad and hating
I treat everyday like my birthday
And your best, not even my worst day
[Verse 1: Sk8star]
(Say what?)
Call my goon (Goon)
Grab my tool (What?)
I’m in the back, I fuck shit up
I’m with the boys that shoot (Shoot)
I’m getting racks, I’m booking up
I got shows to do (Shows to do)
Put on wax, nigga getting waxed
We gon’ shake up the room
I feel real gassed off the shrooms
These drugs, they got me in tune (Say what?)
I feel like I’m one with the night (Woah)
I feel like I’m one with the moon (Woah)
No Kimbo, that pussy get sliced (Get sliced)
This bitch super wet, need no lube (No lube)
I do my own stunts with that fye (That fye)
I jump out that cut like Tom Cruise (Tom Cruise)
I just got some tall stacks (Tall stacks)
I'm ricked up in all black (All black)
Told that bitch to “Call back” (Call back)
With lil southside, that’s my slatt (That’s my slatt)
[Verse 2: Southsidesilhouette]
Talk down, then we on that
It’s straight pistol combat (Buh, buh, buh)
Don’t act like you don’t know where I’m at
Yeah I’m outside with the vibes not a lil' nat nat
Yeah I really live like that
Yeah it cost to live like this
Yeah it cost to look like this
Switch out my clothes like I switch out a bitch
Touching new rolls like I threw down the kitchen
I’m with the bro and he stay with a pistol
Look at me wrong then we taking that risk
[Chorus: Southsidesilhouette]
This shit cost a lot (A lot, A lot)
But it don’t cost a lot (A lot, A lot)
This shit cost a lot (A lot)
But I don’t mind ‘cause my pockets too knotted (Yuh)
Yeah my pockets too knotted (Knotted up)
And I could never get enough, eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh (Get enough)
I wake up and I run it up, up, up, up, up (Run it up)
I do this every fucking day man
You wake up broke and mad and hating
I treat everyday like my birthday
And your best, not even my worst day
[Verse 3: Southsidesilhouette]
Yeah I wake up in Balenciaga boots
I wanted to step in Alaska
Yo hoe on my page and she watching moves
If I wanted that bitch, I could have her
You better know who you be talking to
Yo bitch on me, you fucking bastard
My bitches more bad than the last one
I take her out Lulu and put her in Mowa ‘cause I got the answers
