Money Man

[Intro]

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man, I—

[Chorus]

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—

[Verse 1]

Rockstar, got a beamer (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm woke, you a sleeper (Sleep, bitch)

10 chains on, Grim Reaper (Grim)

20 years old, don't need a feature (Uh)

Call her up, I'ma meet her

With your bitch, two-seater (Two-seatеr)

I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, you get a seizure (Skrrt)

I lovе her, yes, I love her, think I need her (Think I need her)

Diamonds on like a freezer (Blaow)

Cold moon, I need a heater (I need one)

They talk all this shit, I don't feel it (Talk, talk)

Me and Gud, bump, bump Weezer (Bumpin' Weezer)

Sippin' medicine by the liter (Sippin' medicine)

I got white pills by the meter (Pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills)

I don't give a fuck, you a weeper (Wah)

Tryna buy my swag, bitch, I'll switch it up (Switch it up)

Crush my medication, sniff it, yeah, I sniff it up (I sniff it up)

Fuck my health, I don't need permission, bro (I don't)

[Chorus]

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—

[Verse 2]

I got gramps comin' through with extra bands

And I'm clean as hell, I got money on demand

MC and beer on my hand like a fucking stamp

I got tattoos on my neck, catch a bitch like ash

Never coming in my stash, bitch, you did a blast

I got stupid plans, stupid molly, stupid racks

And my racks look like Powerpuff Girls' masks

I'm in the zone, yellow Gucci bags, running laps

Drinking lean on the flats, got a Jason mask

On this fucking face, knife in my fucking hand

[Chorus]

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

I don't feel alive, but I make money, man

[Post-Chorus]

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—

I'm ballin', I'm ridin' in my zone

I got bitches on my phone

And you know we do it long, like—